Classic of Poetry

There in the oozy grounds of the Hwun They gather the sorrel. That officer Is elegant beyond measure. He is elegant beyond measure But, perhaps, he is not what the superintendent of the ruler’s carriages ought to be.

There along the side of the Hwun, They gather the mulberry leaves. That officer Is elegant as a flower. He is elegant as a flower; But, perhaps, he is not what the marshaller of the carriages ought to be.

There along the bend of the Hwun, They gather the ox-lips. That officer Is elegant as a gem. He is elegant as a gem; But, perhaps, he is not what the superintendent of the ruler’s relations should be.