Yes, (all about) that southern hill Was made manageable by Yu. Its plains and marshes being opened up, It was made into fields by the distant descendant. We define their boundaries, We form their smaller divisions, And make the acres lie, here to the south, there to the east.

The heavens overhead are one arch of clouds, Snowing in multitudinous flakes; There is superadded the drizzling rain. When (the land) has received the moistening, Soaking influence abundantly, It produces all our kinds of grain.

The boundaries and smaller divisions are nicely adjusted, And the millets yield abundant crops, The harvest of the distant descendant. We proceed to make therewith drink and food, To supply our offerings and our guests;—To obtain long life, extending over myriads of years.

In the midst of the fields are the huts, And along the bounding divisions are gourds. The fruit is sliced and pickled, To be presented in remembrance of our great ancestors, That their distant descendant may have long life, And receive the blessing of God.

We make our offering (first) with clear drink, And then follow with a red bull; Offering it for God's sake, in remembrance of our ancestors, (Our lord) holds the knife with tinkling bells, To lay open the hair of the victim, And takes the blood and fat.

Then we present, then we offer; All round the fragrance is diffused. Complete and brilliant is the service; Grandly come our guests. God will reward (their descendant) with great blessing, Long life, years without end.