guófēng·wèifēng

5-1

Look at those bends of the Qi, The green bamboo, fresh and dense! There is our noble lord — As if cut, as if filed; As if chiselled, as if ground. How stately! How dignified! How majestic! How distinguished! Our noble lord — Never to be forgotten! Look at those bends of the Qi, The green bamboo, fresh and green! There is our noble lord — His ear-plugs of precious stone, The gems upon his cap like stars. How stately! How dignified! How majestic! How distinguished! Our noble lord — Never to be forgotten! Look at those bends of the Qi, The green bamboo like a mat! There is our noble lord — Like gold, like tin; Like a sceptre, like a gem. How generous! How graceful! Leaning on the carriage side! How pleasant in his jesting! Yet never harsh!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

5-2

Make a hut in the ravine — Great is the man's heart. Alone he sleeps, he wakes, he speaks — Forever vowing never to forget. Make a hut on the slope — Great is the man's content. Alone he sleeps, he wakes, he sings — Forever vowing never to depart. Make a hut on the height — Great is the man's delight. Alone he sleeps, he wakes, he rests — Forever vowing never to tell.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

5-3

Tall is the lady and graceful, A robe of silk over her brocade. The daughter of the marquis of Qi, The wife of the marquis of Wei, Sister to the heir of the East Palace, Sister to the marquis of Xing, Sister-in-law to the lord of Tan. Her fingers like the shoots of reed, Her skin like congealed fat, Her neck like the tree-grub, Her teeth like melon seeds, Her cicada head, her moth-antenna brows. Ah, the dimples of her artful smile! Ah, the beauty of her glancing eyes! Tall is the lady and stately; She halts by the fields and suburbs. Four stallions, strong and proud, Red-covered bridles, bright and fine. In her pheasant-screened carriage she comes to court. Great officers, retire betimes — Give the lord no labour. The river waters, broad and grand, Flow northward, gurgling. Cast the net — swish, swish; Sturgeon and swordfish leap and flash. Reeds and bulrushes rise high; The ladies of the Jiang house, tall and fair; The gentlemen, stalwart and bold.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

5-4

:「《》,。」

A simple-looking lad you were, Carrying cloth to exchange it for silk. (But) you came not so to purchase silk;— You came to make proposals to me. I convoyed you through the Khî, As far as Tun-khiû, 'It is not I,' (I said), 'who would protract the time; But you have had no good go-between. I pray you be not angry, And let autumn be the time.' I ascended that ruinous wall, To look towards Fû-kwan; And when I saw (you) not (coming from) it, My tears flowed in streams. When I did see (you coming from) Fû-kwan, I laughed and I spoke. You had consulted, (you said), the tortoise-shell and the divining stalks, And there was nothing unfavourable in their response. 'Then come,' (I said), 'with your carriage, And I will remove with my goods.'

Legge · 1879 · public domain

5-5

Long and slim, the bamboo rod — I fish in the Qi. Do I not long for you? But you are far, I cannot reach you. The spring is on the left, The Qi is on the right. A girl, when she goes abroad, Leaves brother and sister, father and mother. The Qi is on the right, The spring is on the left. The beauty of her skilful smile, The grace of her pendant gems. The Qi flows gently by, Cypress oars and cedar boat. I harness my horse and ride abroad, To ease my heart of sorrow.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

5-6

My lord is brave and bold, The hero of the land! My lord holds the long lance, The vanguard for the king. Since my lord went to the east, My hair is like flying tangle. Have I no oils, no wash? For whom should I adorn myself? It rains! It rains! But the sun comes out, so bright. I long, I think of my lord — My heart is willing to ache for it. Where can I find the forget-grief grass? I'll plant it by the northern wall. I long, I think of my lord — It makes my heart sick.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

5-7

The fox moves slowly, On the dam of the Qi. The sorrow of my heart — That man has no lower garment. The fox moves slowly, At the ford of the Qi. The sorrow of my heart — That man has no girdle. The fox moves slowly, By the bank of the Qi. The sorrow of my heart — That man has no clothes.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

5-8

You threw me a quince — I give you a precious gem. Not as a return, But to pledge our lasting love. You threw me a peach — I give you a precious jasper. Not as a return, But to pledge our lasting love. You threw me a plum — I give you a precious black jewel. Not as a return, But to pledge our lasting love.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated