The first line:
    Buttocks distressed by tree stumps. 
Entering a dark ravine. 
For three harvests, meeting no one.  
  
    The second line:
    Distressed with wine and food. 
Vermilion sashes come from all directions. 
Gain by making offerings and worshipping. 
Going: misfortune. No fault.  
  
    The fifth line:
    Hacking off noses, hacking off feet. Distressed 
by vermillion sashes. 
Then, slowly, there is talk. 
Gain by making offerings and sacrifices.