The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2The aster, clothing yonder isle,
Its color throws o’er all the stream.
When we our noble lord behold,
Our hearts reflect his gladdening beam. p. 213
3The aster on that lofty height
In beauteous state luxuriant grows.
An hundred sets of cowries bright
Our noble lord on us bestows.
4Our youth were like the willow boat,
Sinking and rising on the tide.
Our noble lord now for them cares;—
In him our resting hearts confide.