My quiet maiden is fair and tall;
She waits for me at the corner wall.
Evasive, she can be found nowhere;
Scratching my head, I seek here and there.

Beautiful is my quiet lass;
She gives me a blade of crimson grass.
The crimson grass spreads a rosy light;
I love the grass so fair and bright.

My maiden comes back from the mead;
She gives me a beautiful rare reed.
It's beautiful not because it's rare; But it's the gift of my maiden fair.

静女

静女其姝，俟我于城隅。
爱而不见，搔首踟蹰。

静女其娈，贻我彤管。
彤管有炜，说怿女美。

自牧归荑，洵美且异。
匪女之为美，美人之贻。