国guó风fēng·魏wèi风fēng

9-1

彼bǐ汾fén沮jù洳rù，言yán采cǎi其qí莫mò。彼bǐ其qí之zhī子zi，美měi无wú度dù；美měi无wú度dù，殊shū异yì乎hū公gōng路lù。彼bǐ汾fén一yī方fāng，言yán采cǎi其qí桑sāng。彼bǐ其qí之zhī子zi，美měi如rú英yīng；美měi如rú英yīng，殊shū异yì乎hū公gōng行xíng。彼bǐ汾fén一yī麹qū，言yán采cǎi其qí藚xù。彼bǐ其qí之zhī子zi，美měi如rú玉yù；美měi如rú玉yù，殊shū异yì乎hū公gōng族zú。

By the marshes of the Fen, I gather the goosefoot. That man there — Beautiful beyond measure. Beautiful beyond measure — How different from the duke's road! By the bank of the Fen, I gather the mulberry leaves. That man there — Beautiful as a flower. Beautiful as a flower — How different from the duke's escort! In a bend of the Fen, I gather the water-purslane. That man there — Beautiful as jade. Beautiful as jade — How different from the duke's kin!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

9-2

陟zhì彼bǐ岵hù兮xī，瞻zhān望wàng父fù兮xī。父fù曰yuē：「嗟jiē予yǔ子zi！行xíng役yì夙sù夜yè无wú已yǐ。上shàng慎shèn旃zhān哉zāi，犹yóu来lái无wú止zhǐ！」陟zhì彼bí屺qǐ兮xī，瞻zhān望wàng母mǔ兮xī。母mǔ曰yuē：「嗟jiē予yǔ季jì！行xíng役yì夙sù夜yè无wú寐mèi。上shàng慎shèn旃zhān哉zāi！犹yóu来lái无wú弃qì！」陟zhì彼bǐ冈gāng兮xī，瞻zhān望wàng兄xiōng兮xī。兄xiōng曰yuē：「嗟jiē予yǔ弟dì！行xíng役yì夙sù夜yè必bì偕xié。上shàng慎shèn旃zhān哉zāi！犹yóu来lái无wú死sǐ！」

I climb that woody hill, And gaze toward my father. My father says: 'Alas, my son! You serve, early and late, without rest. Take care, oh take care! Come back — do not stay there!' I climb that barren hill, And gaze toward my mother. My mother says: 'Alas, my youngest! You serve, early and late, without sleep. Take care, oh take care! Come back — do not forsake us!' I climb that ridge, And gaze toward my brother. My brother says: 'Alas, my brother! You serve, early and late, ever with others. Take care, oh take care! Come back — do not die there!'

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

9-3

坎kán坎kǎn伐fá檀tán兮xī，寘zhì之zhī河hé之zhī干gàn兮xī，河hé水shuǐ清qīng且qiě涟lián猗yī。不bú稼jià不bú穑sè，胡hú取qǔ禾hé三sān百bǎi廛chán兮xī！不bú狩shòu不bú猎liè，胡hú瞻zhān尔ěr庭tíng有yǒu县xiàn貆huán兮xī。彼bǐ君jūn子zǐ兮xī，不bú素sù餐cān兮xī。坎kán坎kǎn伐fá辐fú兮xī，寘zhì之zhī河hé之zhī侧cè兮xī，河hé水shuǐ清qīng且qiě直zhí猗yī。不bú稼jià不bú穑sè，胡hú取qǔ禾hé三sān百bǎi亿yì兮xī！不bú狩shòu不bú猎liè，胡hú瞻zhān尔ěr庭tíng有yǒu县xiàn特tè兮xī。彼bǐ君jūn子zǐ兮xī，不bú素sù食shí兮xī。坎kán坎kǎn伐fá轮lún兮xī，寘zhì之zhī河hé之zhī漘chún兮xī，河hé水shuǐ清qīng且qiě沦lún猗yī。不bú稼jià不bú穑sè，胡hú取qǔ禾hé三sān百bǎi囷qūn兮xī！不bú狩shòu不bú猎liè，胡hú瞻zhān尔ěr庭tíng有yǒu县xiàn鹑chún兮xī。彼bǐ君jūn子zǐ兮xī，不bú素sù飧sūn兮xī。

Kan-kan we fell the sandalwood, And lay it on the river's bank. The river waters are clear and ripple. You neither sow nor reap — Why do you take three hundred sheaves of grain? You neither hunt nor chase — Why does your courtyard show dead badgers? That noble man — He does not eat idle bread! Kan-kan we shape the wheel-spokes, And lay them by the river's side. The river waters are clear and straight. You neither sow nor reap — Why do you take three hundred stacks of grain? You neither hunt nor chase — Why does your courtyard show the great beast? That noble man — He does not eat idle food! Kan-kan we make the wheel, And lay it by the river's marge. The river waters are clear and eddying. You neither sow nor reap — Why do you take three hundred bins of grain? You neither hunt nor chase — Why does your courtyard show the quail? That noble man — He does not eat idle fare!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

9-4

硕shuò鼠shǔ硕shuò鼠shǔ，食shí我wó黍shǔ！三sān岁suì贯guàn女nǚ，莫mò我wó肯kěn顾gù。逝shì将jiāng去qù女nǚ，适shì彼bǐ乐lè土tǔ。乐lè土tǔ乐lè土tǔ，爰yuán得dé我wó所suǒ。硕shuò鼠shǔ硕shuò鼠shǔ，食shí我wǒ麦mài！三sān岁suì贯guàn女nǚ，莫mò我wó肯kěn德dé。逝shì将jiāng去qù女nǚ，适shì彼bǐ乐lè国guó。乐lè国guó乐lè国guó，爰yuán得dé我wǒ直zhí。硕shuò鼠shǔ硕shuò鼠shǔ，食shí我wǒ苗miáo！三sān岁suì贯guàn女nǚ，莫mò我wó肯kěn劳láo。逝shì将jiāng去qù女nǚ，适shì彼bǐ乐lè郊jiāo。乐lè郊jiāo乐lè郊jiāo，谁shuí之zhī永yǒng。

Large rat, large rat! Eat no more of our millet! Three years we have fed you, Yet you will not care for us. We will leave you, And go to that happy land. Happy land, happy land — There we shall find our place! Large rat, large rat! Eat no more of our wheat! Three years we have fed you, Yet you show us no gratitude. We will leave you, And go to that happy state. Happy state, happy state — There we shall find our due! Large rat, large rat! Eat no more of our young shoots! Three years we have fed you, Yet you give us no ease. We will leave you, And go to that happy suburbs. Happy suburbs, happy suburbs — Who there will ever weep?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated