静女其姝，俟我于城隅。
爱而不见，搔首踟蹰。
A maiden mute and tall / Trysts me at corner wall. I can find her nowhere; / Perplexed, I scratch my hair.
静女其娈，贻我彤管。
彤管有炜，说怿女美。
The maiden fair and mute / Gives me a grass-made lute. Playing a rosy air, / I'm happier than e'er.
自牧归荑，洵美且异。
匪女之为美，美人之贻。
Coming back from the mead. / She gives me a rare reed, Lovely not for it's rare: / It's given by the fair.