The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, , at sacred-texts.com
2What I wished for you denied;
Here in Hsü I must abide.
And in your decision's spite
I must hold my purpose right. p. 59
You, unkind, my purpose spurn;—
Not to Wei can I return.
I must slight your views as nought,
For I cannot quench my thought.
3 I'll climb the sides of that steep mound,
And pluck the lilies growing there.
Thoughts in my woman's heart abound,
And every thought might blossom bear.
In Hsü the people all my purpose blame;
Their childish, hasty thoughts cause me no shame.
4I would through the land have gone,
Passed where fields of rich wheat shone,
Prayer have made to Ch‘i’s great state,
Help have sought for Wei's sore strait.
Nobles who o’er Wei preside,
Zeal like this you should not chide.
Hundreds are the plans you make;
Best the course I wished to take!