{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop238.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop238.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop238.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Both rush and grass from the bright clouds\n \u00a0\u00a0The genial dew partake.\n Kind and impartial, nature's laws\n \u00a0\u00a0No odious difference make.\n But providence appears unkind;\n \u00a0\u00a0Events are often hard.\n This man, to principle untrue,\n \u00a0\u00a0Denies me his regard.\n3Northward the pools their waters send,\n \u00a0\u00a0To flood each paddy field;\n So get the fields the sap they need,\n \u00a0\u00a0Their store of rice to yield. p. 323\n But that great man no deed of grace\n \u00a0\u00a0Deigns to bestow on me.\n My songs are sighs. At thought of him\n \u00a0\u00a0My heart aches wearily.\n4The mulberry branches they collect,\n \u00a0\u00a0And use their food to cook.\n But I must use a furnace small,\n \u00a0\u00a0That pot nor pan will brook.\n So me that great man badly treats,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor uses as his wife,\n Degrades me from my proper place,\n \u00a0\u00a0And fills with grief my life.\n5The bells and drums inside the court\n \u00a0\u00a0Men stand without and hear;\n So should the feelings in my breast,\n \u00a0\u00a0To him distinct appear.\n All-sorrowful, I think of him,\n \u00a0\u00a0Longing to move his love;\n But he vouchsafes no kind response;\n \u00a0\u00a0His thoughts far from me rove.\n6The marabou stands on the dam,\n \u00a0\u00a0And to repletion feeds; p. 324\n The crane deep in the forest cries,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor finds the food it needs.\n So in my room the concubine\n \u00a0\u00a0By the great man is placed;\n While I with cruel banishment\n \u00a0\u00a0Am cast out and disgraced.\n7The yellow ducks sit on the dam,\n \u00a0\u00a0With left wing gathered low;\n So on each other do they lean,\n \u00a0\u00a0And their attachment show.\n And love should thus the man and wife\n \u00a0\u00a0In closest concord bind;\n But that man turns away from me,\n \u00a0\u00a0And shows a fickle mind.\n8When one stands on a slab of stone,\n \u00a0\u00a0No higher than the ground,\n Nothing is added to his height;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Low with the stone he's found.\n So does the favorite's mean estate\n \u00a0\u00a0Render that great man mean,\n While I by him, to distance sent,\n \u00a0\u00a0Am pierced with sorrow keen.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VIII. The Decade of Tu J\u00ean Shih: V. Pai Hua","type":"page"}