The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Chêng: XVII. Tzŭ Chin
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2O you, with girdle strings of blue,
My thoughts to you forever roam!
Although I do not go to you,
Yet why to me should you not come?
3How reckless you, how light and wild,
There by the tower upon the wall!
One day, from sight of you exiled,
As long as three long months I call.