The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P‘ei: XV. Pei Mên
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]
2The king has his throne, sans sorrow or moan;
On me fall all his cares,
And when I come home, resolved not to roam,
Each one indignant stares.
So let it be! ‘tis Heaven's decree.
What can I say,—a poor fellow like me?
3Each thing of the king, and the fate of the state,
On me come more and more.
And when, sad and worn, I come back forlorn,
They thrust me from the door.
So let it be! ‘tis Heaven's decree.
What can I say,—a poor fellow like me?