The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2Grand in the south the thunder rolls
Along that mountain's side.
Why must he go from this, nor dare
Brief time at rest to bide?
Absent my noble lord I mourn,
May he return! may he return!
3Grand in the south the thunder rolls,
Around that mountain's base.
Why must he go from this, nor dare
Indulge himself a space?
Absent my noble lord I mourn,
May he return! may he return!