from the Book of Songs (Odes): 91

Blue blue your collar,
sad sad my heart:
though I do not go to you,
why don’t you send word?

Blue blue your belt-stone,
sad sad my thoughts:
though I do not go to you,
why don’t you come?

Restless, heedless,
I walk the gate tower.
One day not seeing you
is three months long.

translated by Burton Watson

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