{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop202.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop202.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop202.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2These bodies, erring, what is bad make known;\u2014\n Good men neglected; order all o\u2019erthrown.\n The moon eclipsed was what full oft takes place;\n The sun's eclipse portends a sadder case.\n3And flashing levin shows the want of rest.\n With troubled streams, and tumbling mountain's crest.\n Large heights subside to vales; deep vales grow hills.\n Alas! how does the king not stop these ills?\n4Among the ministers great Huang presides;\n In all their duties Fan the people guides;\n Chia-pai administers; Chung-y\u00fcn is cook;\n The king's decrees Tsou enters in his book;\n Ch\u00fceh regulates the stud; the guards Y\u00fc's sphere;\n The wife, in beauty blazing, has no fear. p. 246\n5Great Huang, determined his own course pursues,\n Demands our service, nor inquires our views;\n Unroofs our homes; our fields makes moor or marsh;\n And \"\u2019Tis the law,\" he says, \"I am not harsh.\"\n6Farseeing Huang has built himself a town.\n Three ministers are there of wealth o\u2019ergrown.\n No single chief he left to guard our king,\n While all its streets with hoof and chariot ring.\n7I dare not my own services report;\n But slanderous tongues my blameless life distort.\n Our ills come not from Heaven, but fawning words\n And hidden hate, which schemers wield like swords.\n8Far off my village, great my lack of peace,\n And elsewhere I might go to seek for ease.\n Others retire, but I shall not be driven\n From this my post, though dark the way of Heaven.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book IV. The Decade of Ch\u2018i Fu: IX. Shih Y\u00fceh Chih Chiao","type":"page"}