毛诗序:「《节南山》,家父刺幽王也。」 '''节南山''' 节彼南山,维石岩岩。赫赫师尹,民具尔瞻。 忧心如惔,不敢戏谈。国既卒斩,何用不监! 节彼南山,有实其猗。赫赫师尹,不平谓何? 天方荐瘥,丧乱弘多。民言无嘉,憯莫惩嗟。 尹氏大师,维周之氐。秉国之均,四方是维。 天子是毗,俾民不迷。不吊昊天,不宜空我师。 弗躬弗亲,庶民弗信;弗问弗仕,勿罔君子? 式夷式已,无小人殆。琐琐姻亚,则无膴仕。 昊天不佣,降此鞠讻。昊天不惠,降此大戾。 君子如届,俾民心阕。君子如夷,𫫇怒是违。 不吊昊天,乱靡有定。式月斯生,俾民不宁。 忧心如酲,谁秉国成?不自为政,卒劳百姓。 驾彼四牡,四牡项领。我瞻四方,蹙蹙靡所骋。 方茂尔𫫇,相尔矛矣。既夷既怿,如相醻矣。 昊天不平,我王不宁。不惩其心,覆怨其正。 家父作诵,以究王讻。式讹尔心,以畜万邦。
Lofty is that southern hill, With its masses of rocks! Awe-inspiring are you, O (Grand-)Master Yin, And the people all look to you! A fire burns in their grieving hearts; They do not dare to speak of you even in jest. The kingdom is verging to extinction;— How is it that you do not consider the state of things? Lofty is that southern hill, And vigorously grows the vegetation on it! Awe-inspiring are you, O (Grand-)Master Yin, But how is it that you are so unjust? Heaven is continually redoubling its inflictions; Deaths and disorder increase and multiply; No words of satisfaction come from the people; And yet you do not correct nor bemoan yourself. The Grand-Master Yin Is the foundation of our Kâu, And the balance of the kingdom is in his hands. He should be keeping its four quarters together; He should be aiding the Son of Heaven, So as to preserve the people from going astray. O unpitying great Heaven, It is not right he should reduce us all to such misery! He does nothing himself personally, And the people have no confidence in him. Making no enquiry about them, and no trial of their services, He should not deal deceitfully with superior men. If he dismissed them on the requirement of justice, Mean men would not be endangering (the commonweal); And his mean relatives Would not be in offices of importance. Great Heaven, unjust, Is sending down these exhausting disorders. Great Heaven, unkind, Is sending down these great miseries. Let superior men come (into office), And that would bring rest to the people's hearts. Let superior men execute their justice, And the animosities and angers would disappear. O unpitying great Heaven, There is no end to the disorder! With every month it continues to grow, So that the people have no repose. I am as if intoxicated with the grief of my heart. Who holds the ordering of the kingdom? He attends not himself to the government, And the result is toil and pain to the people. I yoke my four steeds, My four steeds, long-necked. I look to the four quarters (of the kingdom); Distress is everywhere; there is no place I can drive to. Now your evil is rampant, And I can see your spears. Anon you are pacified and friendly as if you were pledging one another. From great Heaven is the injustice, And our king has no repose. (Yet) he will not correct his heart, And goes on to resent endeavours to rectify him. I, Kiâ-fû, have made this poem, To lay bare the king's disorders. If you would but change your heart, Then would the myriad regions be nourished.