At her wheel again
Spinning and spinning
What will be the output, joy or pain?
Far, far away it is from our knowing,
Only the young sun on the east can tell.

A perfect dilution
Of sweet and bitterness,
Who dares the separation?
No one could endure the tediousness
Only her and her alone.

Wheel as you will
Its joy and pain we've all seen
What now will it be?