Swallow flies, darting left and right.
I escort my betrothed sister to the city gate,
Gazing after her until she disappears from view;
My tears cascade like rain.
Swallow flies, hovering up and down.
My sister leaves to be married; it pains me to see her go.
I gaze after her until she disappears from view;
I weep rivers at the roadside.
Swallow flies, crying high and low.
My sister leaves to be married. I escort her to the south field.
I gaze after her until she disappears from view,
My heart in shards.
She is true, tender and diligent.
She is gentle, kind and generous.
To bolster me, she has often said:
"Be true to our late father."