The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2To steep your grass-cloth plants, you seek
The pool that near the east gate lies.
I seek that lady, good and fair,
Who can with me hold converse wise.
3Out by the east gate, to the moat,
To steep your rope rush, you repair.
Her pleasant converse to enjoy,
I seek that lady, good and fair.