The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Chêng: XI. T‘o Hsi
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2Ye withered leaves, ye withered leaves,
By winds so wildly tossed!
What grief my mourning heart receives
From Chêng thus foully lost!
Uncles, your starting note we wait;
We'll follow and reform the state.