路远莫致之。
此物何足贡，但感别经时。
Fair, fair the Weaver Maiden Star. Slim and soft are her tender hands; Click and clack sounds the loom that stands.
迢迢牵牛星，
She stops and drops the shuttle time and again,
皎皎河汉女。
纤纤擢素手，
Shedding floods of tears like pouring rain. Clear and shallow is the Milky Way,
札札弄机杼。
终日不成章，泣涕零如雨。
That separates them miles and miles away. Surge and surge the waters from north to south; She loves and loves but has to shut her mouth.