My lord is brave and bright, / A hero in our land,
A vanguard in King's fight,
With a lance in his hand.
Since my lord eastward went, / Like thistle looks my hair.
其雨其雨，杲杲出日。
愿言思伯，甘心首疾。
焉得谖草，言树之背。
愿言思伯，使我心痗。
许渊冲
Have I no anointment? / For whom should I look fair?
Let it rain, let it rain!
The sun shines bright instead.
Heedless of aching head. / It makes me sick at heart.