The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Chêng: XIV. Fêng
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2Can I that suitor's form forget,
Who for me in the hall did wait?
That I held off I now regret.
3I'm here, my broidered upper robe
Concealed beneath a garment plain.
As lovely is my lower robe,
With the same guard ’gainst travel stain.
O sir, O sir, come and me hence convey;
Your waiting chariot I shall not delay!
4I'm here, my broidered lower robe
Concealed beneath a garment plain.
As lovely is my upper robe,
With the same guard ’gainst travel stain.
O sir, O sir, if you would only come,
At once your chariot should convey me home!