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 fourth line:
Riding a team of horses
to seek marriage. Fortunate.
Nothing but gain.
The sixth line:
Riding a team of horses:
Sobbing and weeping blood.