The Book of Poetry: Book II. The Odes of Shao and the South: XII. Yeh Yu Ssŭ Chün
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2Scrubby oaks grow the forest around;
In the wild there lies stretched a dead deer,
Close and tight with the white matting bound.
As a gem see the maiden appear. p. 22
3"Hold thy hand, and beware, sir," she cries.
"Be thou civil, and haste not to wrong.
Meddle not with my handkerchief's ties.
Do not make my dog bark. Pass along."