guófēng·wángfēng

6-1

There was the millet with its drooping heads; There was the sacrificial millet coming into blade. Slowly I moved about, In my heart all-agitated. Those who knew me Said I was sad at heart. Those who did not know me, Said I was seeking for something. O thou distant and azure Heaven! By what man was this (brought about)?

Legge · 1879 · public domain

6-2

The rippling waters Cannot float a faggot of wood. That man there Will not garrison Shen with me. I long! Oh, I long! What month shall I return? The rippling waters Cannot float a faggot of brambles. That man there Will not garrison Fu with me. I long! Oh, I long! What month shall I return? The rippling waters Cannot float a faggot of reeds. That man there Will not garrison Xu with me. I long! Oh, I long! What month shall I return?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

6-3

In the valley grows the motherwort, Parched and dried. A wife is cast away; She heaves a bitter sigh. She heaves a bitter sigh! To meet a man brings hardship! In the valley grows the motherwort, Parched and withered. A wife is cast away; She gives a long, deep wail. She gives a long, deep wail! To meet a man brings sorrow! In the valley grows the motherwort, Parched though it be wet. A wife is cast away; She sobs and weeps. She sobs and weeps! What lament can bring redress!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

6-4

The hare moves free and easy, But the pheasant is caught in the net. In the days when I was born, All was still and peaceful. Now that I have grown, I meet these hundred miseries. Would I were asleep, with no more to stir! The hare moves free and easy, But the pheasant is caught in the snare. In the days when I was born, All was still and untroubled. Now that I have grown, I meet these hundred griefs. Would I were asleep, never to wake! The hare moves free and easy, But the pheasant is caught in the trap. In the days when I was born, All was still and at rest. Now that I have grown, I meet these hundred terrors. Would I were asleep, deaf to all!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

6-5

Spread, spread the arrowroot vines, On the bank of the river. Far am I from brother and kin, Calling another man 'father.' Calling another man 'father' — Yet he does not look on me. Spread, spread the arrowroot vines, On the edge of the river. Far am I from brother and kin, Calling another man 'mother.' Calling another man 'mother' — Yet she does not own me. Spread, spread the arrowroot vines, By the marge of the river. Far am I from brother and kin, Calling another man 'elder brother.' Calling another man 'elder brother' — Yet he does not hear me.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

6-6

One who gathers the hemp — A day without seeing her Is like three months. One who gathers the mugwort — A day without seeing her Is like three seasons. One who gathers the artemisia — A day without seeing her Is like three years.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

6-7

His great carriage rolls along, And his robes of rank glitter like the young sedge. Do I not think of you? But I am afraid of this officer, and dare not (fly to you). While living we may have to occupy different apartments; But, when dead, we shall share the same grave. If you say that I am not sincere, By the bright sun I swear that I am.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

6-8

On the hill is the hemp, There is Liu Zi-jie. There is Liu Zi-jie — He will come, slowly walking. On the hill is the wheat, There is Liu Zi-guo. There is Liu Zi-guo — He will come to eat. On the hill is the plum, There is that son of Liu. There is that son of Liu — He gives me a black jewel to wear.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated