子之汤兮，宛丘之上兮。
洵有情兮，而无望兮。
In the highland above / A witch dances with swing. With her I fall in love; / Hopeless, I sing.
坎其击鼓，宛丘之下。
无冬无夏，值其鹭羽。
She beats the drum / At the foot of highland. Winter and summer come, / She dances plume in hand.
坎其击缶，宛丘之道。
无冬无夏，值其鹭翿。
She beats a vessel round / On the way to highland. Spring or fall comes around, / She dances fan in hand.