琴瑟击鼓，以御田祖。
以祈甘雨，以介我稷黍，以谷我士女。
曾孙来止，以其妇子，馌彼南亩，田畯至喜。
And live happy for aye. / Our lord's grandson's satisfied. Let no insects eat it as food. / All vermins must expire Lest they should do much harm. / Pray gods to put them in fire
攘其左右，尝其旨否。
禾易长亩，终善且有。
曾孙不怒，农夫克敏。
曾孙之稼，如茨如梁。
To preserve our good farm. / Clouds gather in the sky; Rain on public fields come down, / It drizzles from on high On private fields of our own. / There are unreaped young grain And some ungathered sheaves, / Handfuls left on the plain
曾孙之庾，如坻如京。
乃求千斯仓，乃求万斯箱。
黍稷稻粱，农夫之庆。
报以介福，万寿无疆。
And ears a widow perceives / And gleans and makes a gain. Our lord's grandson comes here. / Our wives bring food to acres south Together with their children dear; / The overseer opens mouth. We offer sacrifice / With victims black and red,