The Book of Poetry: Book XII. The Odes of Ch‘ên: VIII. Yüeh Ch‘u
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2The moon comes forth, a splendid sight;
More winning far that lady bright,
Object of my desire!
Deep-seated is my anxious grief;
In vain I seek to find relief,
While glows the secret fire. p. 157
3The rising moon shines mild and fair;
More bright is she, whose beauty rare
My heart with longing fills.
With eager wish I pine in vain;
O for relief from constant pain,
Which through my bosom thrills!