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.