I have a sister, little sister, living in Zhongli,
husband dead these many years, her orphan ones still young
On the long Huai the waves leap up, dragons and serpents rage;
we haven't met for ten years — when will you come?
I want to go in a little boat but arrows fill my eyes;
far away in that southern land, banners of war abound
Ah-ah, song the fourth, four times I've sung;
forest monkeys for my sake wail even at noon.