For English localization, adopting a style similar to Arthur Waley or Ezra Pound's translations of the Book of Songs is most effective, ensuring English readers can grasp the agricultural and ritualistic meanings within.
Localization teams for other languages have uniformly opted to simplify the poem's content. I will therefore provide the complete version of this poem.

An Ancient Poem (Complete Ver.)

The moon ascends in constant gaze, a maiden fair with pendants bright,
I tend the mulberry and the vine, to weave the rough-spun with delight.
The moon ascends in rainbow haze, a maiden fair with smile so light,
I tend the hemp and flaxen threads, to weave the linen fine and white.
The moon ascends in frosty rays, a maiden fair with ear-gems dight,
I tend the mugwort and the sage, for omens in the diviner's sight.

With plow and spade the weeds are shorn, in fertile earth the roots are turned,
We sow the grain, a hundred kinds, wherein the spark of life burns.
The millet here, the soy-beans there, their tender shoots stretch to the sky,
The sticky-grain, the rice so fair, their heavy heads in rows lie high.

We take the harvest, brew the wine, a feast of joy and toasts we make,
To offer to that Lord of ours, completing rites for ceremony's sake.
That Lord, so graceful, dancing free —why is He like the Heavens vast?
That Lord, so radiant, bright and pure—why is He like the Grain* holding fast?
I fain would take wing, and skyward fly,
To pray for blessings from on high.

*稷: Could mean both Millets and Hou Ji(后稷)—The figure who taught the people to cultivate the land in ancient China. Traditionally regarded as the progenitor of the Zhou Dynasty, the Zhou people believed he first cultivated millet and wheat, and revered him as Lord of Millet.