The Sang-Chung

The gold-thread to gather I’m going,
Where in Wei it spreads over the tree ;
But my thoughts for ever are flowing
To the Beauty who captive holds me,—
To the eldest Keang. Yes, it is she!
Freely did she agree in Sang-chung,
She would come to me here in Shang-kung,
And then company keep with me on to the K‘e.

For the wheat about Wei I’m going
To the north where it grows in each part.
But my thoughts for ever are flowing
To the Beauty who rules in my heart,—
To the eldest Yih. Yes, it is she!
Freely did she agree in Sang-chung,
She would come to me here in Shang-kung,
And then company keep with me on to the K‘e.

For the mustard-plant I am going
Where in Wei it grows over the east.
But my thoughts for ever are flowing
To the Beauty on whose love I feast,—
To the eldest Yung. Yes, it is she!
Freely did she agree in Sang-chung,
She would come to me here nm Shang-kung,
And then company keep with me on to the K‘e.