The first line:
A boulder and a willow.
It is gainful to dwell staunchly here.
Gain by naming allies.
The second line:
How like the difficulty of sprouting!
Rushing like a team of horses: it is not a raider
who woos, yet the chaste girl refuses.
She waits ten years for betrothal.
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 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.