Those men of the capital,
In fox-furs, yellow and bright.
Their bearing changes not,
Their words are full of order.
They return to Zhou —
The hope of all the people.
Those men of the capital,
With arrowroot caps and black headbands.
Those ladies of the noble house,
Their hair, thick and straight.
I see them not —
My heart finds no delight.
Those men of the capital,
With ear-plugs of precious stone.
Those ladies of the noble house,
They call them Yin and Ji.
I see them not —
My heart is bound with grief.
Those men of the capital,
With girdles, pendant and long.
Those ladies of the noble house,
Their hair curled like the scorpion's tail.
I see them not —
I follow them with my gaze.
It is not that they let them hang —
The girdle has enough to spare.
It is not that they curl them —
The hair flies up of itself.
I see them not —
How I yearn!
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