{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop115.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop115.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop115.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2K\u2018an-k\u2018an upon the sandalwood\n \u00a0\u00a0The woodman's strokes resound,\n Then by the river's side he lays\n \u00a0\u00a0What fit for spokes is found;\n The while the river onward flows,\n \u00a0\u00a0Its waters clear and smooth.\n You work not so, O Wei's great men,\n \u00a0\u00a0From me now hear the truth.\u2014\n You sow no seed; no harvest tasks\n \u00a0\u00a0Your dainty fingers stain;\n And yet each boasts three million sheaves;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Whence gets he all that grain?\n You never join the hunt's halloo,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor brave its ventures bold;\n Yet lo! your wide courtyards display\n \u00a0\u00a0Those boars of three years old.\n I must conclude that woodman rude\n \u00a0\u00a0A man of higher style.\n To eat the bread of idleness\n \u00a0\u00a0He feels would stamp him vile. p. 124\n3K\u2018an-k\u2018an resound the woodman's strokes\n \u00a0\u00a0Upon the sandalwood;\n Then on the river's lip he lays\n \u00a0\u00a0What for his wheels is good;\n The while the river onward flows,\n \u00a0\u00a0Soft rippled by the wind.\n That you don't work, O Wei's great men,\n \u00a0\u00a0Is thus brought to my mind.\n You sow no seed; no harvest tasks\n \u00a0\u00a0Your soft hands undertake;\n Yet grain each boasts, three hundred bins;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Who his that grain did make?\n You never join the hunt's halloo,\n \u00a0\u00a0Your feeble courage fails;\n Yet lo! your wide courtyards display\n \u00a0\u00a0Large strings of slaughtered quails.\n I must conclude that woodman rude\n \u00a0\u00a0A man of higher style.\n To eat the bread of idleness\n \u00a0\u00a0He feels would stamp him vile.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book IX. The Odes of Wei: VI. Fa T\u2018an","type":"page"}