The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2As grows on wall the Tribulus,
Which vainly to remove we try;
So let what's in the harem done
By us without unspoken lie.
If on details we condescend,
The narrative would have no end.
3As grows on wall the Tribulus,
And cannot in the sheaf be tied;
So let what's in the harem done
By us without untouched abide.
If truth were in the tale laid bare,
How foul a scene were painted there!