The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2The geese brief time fly round the isles;
Home bends the duke his way.
’Twas only for two passing nights
He deigned with us to stay.
3Back to the land now fly the geese;
The duke comes not again.
’Twas only for two passing nights
He could with us remain.
4Short time the single dragon robe
Among us we have had.
Our duke, O take not to the west,
Nor bid our hearts be sad!