{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop112.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop112.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop112.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The garden jujube, although small,\n \u00a0\u00a0May still be used for food.\n A state, though poor as ours, might thrive,\n \u00a0\u00a0If but its rule were good.\n Our rule is bad, our state is sad,\n \u00a0\u00a0With mournful heart I grieve.\n Methinks I'll wander through the land,\n \u00a0\u00a0My misery to relieve.\n Who know me not, with scornful thought,\n \u00a0\u00a0Deem that wild views I hold.\n \"Those men are right,\" they fiercely say,\n \u00a0\u00a0\"What mean your words so bold?\"\n Deep in my heart my sorrows lie,\n \u00a0\u00a0And none the cause may know.\n How can they know, who never try\n \u00a0\u00a0To learn whence comes our woe?","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book IX. The Odes of Wei: III. Y\u00fcan Yu T\u2018ao","type":"page"}