国风·鄘风

4-1

墙qiáng有yǒu茨cí，不bù可kě埽sào也yě，中zhōng冓gòu之zhī言yán，不bù可kě道dào也yě，所suó可kě道dào也yě，言yán之zhī丑chóu也yě。墙qiáng有yǒu茨cí，不bù可kě襄xiāng也yě，中zhōng冓gòu之zhī言yán，不bù可kě详xiáng也yě，所suó可kě详xiáng也yě，言yán之zhī长zháng也yě。墙qiáng有yǒu茨cí，不bù可kě束shù也yě，中zhōng冓gòu之zhī言yán，不bù可kě读dú也yě，所suó可kě读dú也yě，言yán之zhī辱rú也yě。

The wall has its thorns; They cannot be swept away. The words spoken within Cannot be told. What can be told — The shame of such words! The wall has its thorns; They cannot be cleared away. The words spoken within Cannot be told in full. What can be told in full — The endlessness of such words! The wall has its thorns; They cannot be bound away. The words spoken within Cannot be spoken. What can be spoken — The disgrace of such words!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

4-2

君jūn子zǐ偕xié老lǎo，副fù笄jī六liù珈jiā，委wēi委wēi佗tuó佗tuó，如rú山shān如rú河hé，象xiàng服fú是shì宜yí，子zi之zhī不bù淑shū，云yún如rú之zhī何hé。玼cǐ兮xī玼cǐ兮xī，其qí之zhī翟dí也yě，鬒zhěn发fà如rú云yún，不bú屑xiè髢dí也yě，玉yù之zhī瑱zhèn也yě，象xiàng之zhī揥tì也yě，扬yáng且qiě之zhī晳xī也yě，胡hú然rán而ér天tiān也yě，胡hú然rán而ér帝dì也yě。瑳cuō兮xī瑳cuō兮xī，其qí之zhī展zhán也yě，蒙méng彼bǐ绉zhòu𫄨chī，是shì绁xiè袢pàn也yě，子zi之zhī清qīng扬yáng，扬yáng且qiě之zhī颜yán也yě，展zhǎn如rú之zhī人rén兮xī，邦bāng之zhī媛yuàn也yě。

How rich and splendid Is her pheasant-figured robe! Her black hair in masses like clouds, No false locks does she descend to. There are her earplugs of jade, Her comb-pin of ivory, And her high forehead, so white. She appears like a visitant from heaven! She appears like a goddess.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

4-3

爰yuán采cǎi唐táng矣yǐ，沬mèi之zhī乡xiāng矣yǐ，云yún谁shuí之zhī思sī，美měi孟mèng姜jiāng矣yǐ，期qī我wǒ乎hū桑sāng中zhōng，要yào我wǒ乎hū上shàng宫gōng，送sòng我wǒ乎hū淇qí之zhī上shàng矣yǐ。爰yuán采cǎi麦mài矣yǐ，沬mèi之zhī北béi矣yǐ，云yún谁shuí之zhī思sī，美měi孟mèng弋yì矣yǐ，期qī我wǒ乎hū桑sāng中zhōng，要yào我wǒ乎hū上shàng宫gōng，送sòng我wǒ乎hū淇qí之zhī上shàng矣yǐ。爰yuán采cǎi葑fēng矣yǐ，沬mèi之zhī东dōng矣yǐ，云yún谁shuí之zhī思sī，美měi孟mèng庸yōng矣yǐ，期qī我wǒ乎hū桑sāng中zhōng，要yào我wǒ乎hū上shàng宫gōng，送sòng我wǒ乎hū淇qí之zhī上shàng矣yǐ。

Where do we gather the dodder? In the lands of Mei. Whom do I think of? The eldest of the Jiang. She bade me wait in the mulberry grove, She met me in the upper hall, She saw me off by the banks of the Qi. Where do we gather the wheat? In the north of Mei. Whom do I think of? The eldest of the Yi. She bade me wait in the mulberry grove, She met me in the upper hall, She saw me off by the banks of the Qi. Where do we gather the turnip? In the east of Mei. Whom do I think of? The eldest of the Yong. She bade me wait in the mulberry grove, She met me in the upper hall, She saw me off by the banks of the Qi.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

4-4

定dìng之zhī方fāng中zhōng，作zuò于yú楚chǔ宫gōng，揆kuí之zhī以yǐ日rì，作zuò于yú楚chǔ室shì，树shù之zhī榛zhēn栗lì，椅yǐ桐tóng梓zǐ漆qī，爰yuán伐fá琴qín瑟sè。升shēng彼bǐ虚xū矣yǐ，以yǐ望wàng楚chú矣yǐ，望wàng楚chú与yǔ堂táng，景jǐng山shān与yǔ京jīng，降jiàng观guān于yú桑sāng，卜bo云yún其qí吉jí，终zhōng然rán允yǔn臧zāng。灵líng雨yǔ既jì零líng，命mìng彼bǐ倌guān人rén，星xīng言yán夙sù驾jià，说shuō于yú桑sāng田tián，匪fěi直zhí也yě人rén，秉bǐng心xīn塞sāi渊yuān，騋lái牝pìn三sān千qiān。

When Ting culminated (at night-fall), He began to build the palace at Khû, Determining its aspects by means of the sun. He built the palace at Khû. He planted about it hazel and chesnut trees, The Î, the Thung, the Zze, and the varnish tree. Which, when cut down, might afford materials for lutes. He ascended those old walls, And thence surveyed (the site of) Khû. He surveyed Khû and Thang, With the lofty hills and high elevations about. He descended and examined the mulberry trees. He then divined by the tortoise-shell, and got a favourable response; And thus the issue has been truly good.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

4-5

蝃dì𬟽dōng在zài东dōng，莫mò之zhī敢gán指zhǐ，女nǘ子zí有yǒu行xíng，远yuǎn父fù母mǔ兄xiōng弟dì。朝cháo𬯀jī于yú西xī，崇chóng朝cháo其qí雨yǔ，女nǘ子zí有yǒu行xíng，远yuǎn兄xiōng弟dì父fù母mǔ。乃nǎi如rú之zhī人rén也yě，怀huái昏hūn姻yīn也yě，大dà无wú信xìn也yě，不bù知zhī命mìng也yě。

The rainbow is in the east — None dares to point at it. A girl goes forth to be wed, Leaving father and mother, brother and sister. The morning clouds rise in the west — Before the morning is o'er, it rains. A girl goes forth to be wed, Leaving brother and sister, father and mother. But this is a woman! Who longs for marriage! She has no faith at all, And knows not her destiny.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

4-6

相xiàng鼠shú有yǒu皮pí，人rén而ér无wú仪yí，人rén而ér无wú仪yí，不bù死sǐ何hé为wèi。相xiāng鼠shú有yóu齿chǐ，人rén而ér无wú止zhǐ，人rén而ér无wú止zhǐ，不bù死sǐ何hé俟qí。相xiāng鼠shú有yóu体tǐ，人rén而ér无wú礼lǐ，人rén而ér无wú礼lǐ，胡hú不bù遄chuán死sǐ。

Look at the rat — it has its skin; A man without demeanour! A man without demeanour — What does he live for but to die? Look at the rat — it has its teeth; A man without restraint! A man without restraint — What does he wait for but to die? Look at the rat — it has its body; A man without propriety! A man without propriety — Why does he not quickly die?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

4-7

孑jié孑jié干gàn旄máo，在zài浚jùn之zhī郊jiāo，素sù丝sī纰pī之zhī，良liáng马mǎ四sì之zhī，彼bǐ姝shū者zhě子zi，何hé以yǐ畀bì之zhī。孑jié孑jié干gàn旟yú，在zài浚jùn之zhī都dōu，素sù丝sī组zǔ之zhī，良liáng马má五wǔ之zhī，彼bǐ姝shū者zhě子zi，何hé以yí予yǔ之zhī。孑jié孑jié干gàn旌jīng，在zài浚jùn之zhī城chéng，素sù丝sī祝zhù之zhī，良liáng马mǎ六liù之zhī，彼bǐ姝shū者zhě子zi，何hé以yǐ告gào之zhī。

The streaming yak-tail banner, In the outskirts of Xun, Adorned with white silk, And four good horses. That lovely gentleman — What shall I give him? The streaming falcon banner, In the towns of Xun, Plaited with white silk, And five good horses. That lovely gentleman — What shall I offer him? The streaming feather banner, In the city of Xun, Bound with white silk, And six good horses. That lovely gentleman — What shall I say to him?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

4-8

载zài驰chí载zài驱qū，归guī唁yàn衞wèi侯hóu，驱qū马mǎ悠yōu悠yōu，言yán至zhì于yú漕cáo，大dà夫fū跋bá涉shè，我wǒ心xīn则zé忧yōu。既jì不bù我wǒ嘉jiā，不bù能néng旋xuán反fǎn，视shì尔ěr不bù臧zāng，我wǒ思sī不bù远yuǎn。既jì不bù我wǒ嘉jiā，不bù能néng旋xuán济jì，视shì尔ěr不bù臧zāng，我wǒ思sī不bú閟bì。陟zhì彼bǐ阿ā丘qiū，言yán采cǎi其qí蝱méng，女nǘ子zǐ善shàn怀huái，亦yì各gè有yǒu行xíng，许xǔ人rén尤yóu之zhī，众zhòng穉zhì且qiě狂kuáng。我wǒ行xíng其qí野yě，芃péng芃péng其qí麦mài，控kòng于yú大dà邦bāng，谁shuí因yīn谁shuí极jí，大dà夫fū君jūn子zǐ，无wú我wó有yǒu尤yóu，百bái尔ér所suǒ思sī，不bù如rú我wó所suǒ之zhī。

Driving fast, I hasten on, To console the marquis of Wei. I urge my horses, long the road, Until I come to Cao. The great officers toil and plod — My heart is full of care. You do not approve my course; I cannot turn back. I see you do not do well — My thoughts go far. You do not approve my course; I cannot return across the stream. I see you do not do well — My thoughts are not stopped. I climb that hill of Ao, And gather the mallow. A woman's heart is prone to grief, But she too has her way. The men of Xu blame her — Foolish and wild they are! I walk through the open fields, Lush grows the wheat. I would appeal to the great states — Who will help, who will speed? You great officers, you gentlemen, Find no fault in me. A hundred plans you make — Not one matches what I would do.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated