Vole, vole, don't eat my millet! I have served you hard for years, but you don't care about me.
Storytelling-The Book of Songs
Vowed to get rid of you and go to a happy land. Promised land, won my position?
Vole, vole, don't eat my wheat! I have served you hard for many years, but you are not kind to me.
Swear to get rid of you and enjoy the state. Guo Le Guo Le, why am I straight?
Rat, vole, don't eat my seedlings! After years of hard work, you don't want me!
I vowed to get rid of you and go to the suburbs to laugh. That happy suburb, that happy suburb, who is still lamenting the long cry!