1 The fishers of the south for barbel make Sharp search, and many with their baskets take. The host his noble guests has gathered here; They drink with him, and joyous share his cheer.

2 The barbel of the south are largely caught In wicker nets, which then to land are brought. The host has round him called each noble guest; They drink with him, delighted with the feast.

3 The southern trees with drooping branches grow, Round which the sweet gourds clasp and twine below. His noble guests around the host we see; They drink with him, and feast in cheerful glee.

4 About the Filial doves incessant fly; Flock follows flock, in wheeling circles high. The noble guests long at their cups [of lawful drink] remain; They freely drink, and then they drink again.