The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2When told to search round Shou-yang's base,
Sow thistles there to find,
The search you'd think a hopeless case,
Nor would the counsel mind.
And so, when men their stories feign,
Do not approve in haste.
Put them aside, put them aside;
Assent should be repressed.
’Tis thus the stories told by men
Soon unregarded rest.
3When told on th’ east of Shou-yang hill
For mustard plants to try,
You'd know the quest would speed but ill,
And let the words pass by.
And so, when men their stories feign,
No hearing to them lend.
Put them aside, put them aside,
Your faith loth to extend.
’Tis thus the stories told by men
Come shortly to an end.