蒹葭凄凄，白露未晞。
所谓伊人，在水之湄。
溯洄从之，道阻且跻。
溯游从之，宛在水中坻。
She’s thereamong. / White, white the reed, Dew not yet dried. / Where’s she I need? On the other side. / Upstream I go; Hard is the way. / And downstream, lo!
蒹葭采采，白露未已。
所谓伊人，在水之涘。
溯洄从之，道阻且右。
溯游从之，宛在水中沚。
She’s far away. Bright, bright the reed, / With frost dew’s blend. She's far behind. / O what majestic grace! His gems give tinkling sound. / Long live our lord black-gowned!