国风·桧风·羔裘

羔裘逍遥，狐裘以朝。岂不尔思?劳心忉忉。
羔裘翱翔，狐裘在堂。岂不尔思?我心忧伤。
羔裘如膏，日出有曜。岂不尔思?中心是悼。
The Last Lord of Gui*

You seek amusement in official dress;
You hold your court in sacrificial gown.
How can we not think of you in distress?
O how can our heavy heart not sink down

You find amusement in your lamb's fur dress;
In your fox's fur at court you appear.
How can we not think of you in distress?
O how can our heart not feel sad and drear?

You appear in your greasy dress
Which glistens in the sun.
How can we not think of you in distress?
We are heart-broken at the wrong you've done.