The third line:
Although there are deer, there is no forester.
Thinking to enter the forest's center,
the noble one halts. To go forward: sorrow.
The fourth line:
Riding a team of horses
to seek marriage. Fortunate.
Nothing but gain.
The fifth line:
Sprouting fresh and thick:
For the small, a sign of fortune.
For the great, a sign of misfortune.
The sixth line:
Riding a team of horses:
Sobbing and weeping blood.