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He has many carriages, giving forth their Lin-Lin; |
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He has horses with their white foreheads. |
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Before we can see our prince, |
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We must get the services of eunuch. |
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On the hill-sides are varnish trees; |
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In the low wet grounds are chestnuts. |
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When we have seen our prince, |
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We sit together with him, and they play on their lutes. |
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If now we do not take our joy, |
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The time will pass till we are octogenarians. |
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On the hill-sides are mulberry trees; |
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In the low wet grounds are willows. |
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When we have seen our prince, |
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We sit together with him, and they play on their organs. |
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If now we do not take our joy, |
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The time will pass till we are no more. |
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His four iron-black horses are in very fine condition; |
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The six reins are in the hand [of the charioteer]. |
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The ruler's favourites, |
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Follow him to the chase. |
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The male animals of the season are made to present themselves, |
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The males in season, of very large size. |
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The ruler says, ' To the left of them; ' |
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Then he lets go his arrows and hits. |
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He rambles in the northern park; |
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His four horses display their training. |
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Light carriages, with bells at the horses' bits, |
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Convey the long and short-mouthed dogs. |
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[There is] his short war carriage; -- |
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With the ridge-like end of its pole, elegantly bound in five places; |
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With its slip rings and side straps, |
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And the traces attached by gilt rings to the masked transverse; |
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With its beautiful mat of tiger's skin, and its long naves; |
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With its piebalds, and horses with white left feet. |
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When I think of my husband [thus], |
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Looking bland and soft as a piece of jade; |
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Living there in his blank house; |
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It sends confusion into all the corners of my heart. |
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His four horses are in very fine condition, |
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And the six reins are in the hand [of the charioteer]. |
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Piebald, and bay with black mane, are the insides; |
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Yellow with black mouth, and black, are the outsides; |
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Side by side are placed the dragon-figured shields; |
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Gilt are the buckles for the inner reins. |
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I think of my husband [thus], |
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Looking so mild in the cities there. |
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What time can be fixed for his return? |
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Oh! how I think of him! |
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His mail-covered team moves in great harmony; |
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There are the trident spears with their gilt ends; |
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And the beautiful feather-figured shield; |
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With the tiger-skin bow-case, and the carved metal ornaments on its front. |
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The two bows are placed in the case, |
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Bound with string to their bamboo frames. |
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I think of my husband, |
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When I lie down and rise up. |
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Tranquil and serene is the good man, |
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With his virtuous fame spread far and near. |
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The reeds and rushes are deeply green, |
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And the white dew is turned into hoarfrost. |
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The man of whom I think, |
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Is somewhere about the water. |
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I go up the stream in quest of him, |
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But the way is difficult and long. |
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I go down the stream in quest of him, |
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And lo! he is right in the midst of the water. |
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The reeds and rushes are luxuriant, |
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And the white dew is not yet dry. |
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The man of whom I think, |
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Is on the margin of the water. |
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I go up the stream in quest of him, |
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But the way is difficult and steep. |
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I go down the stream in quest of him, |
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And lo! he is on the islet in the midst of the water. |
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The reeds and rushes are abundant, |
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And the white dew is not yet ceased. |
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The man of whom I think, |
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Is on the bank of the river. |
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I go up the stream in quest of him, |
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But the way is difficult and turns to the right. |
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I go down the stream in quest of him, |
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And lo! he is on the island in the midst of the water. |
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What are there on Zhongnan? |
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There are white firs and plum trees. |
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Our prince has arrived at it, |
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Wearing an embroidered robe over his fox-fur, |
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And with his countenance rouged as with vermilion. |
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May he prove a ruler indeed! |
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What are there on Zhongnan? |
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There are nooks and open glades. |
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Our prince has arrived at it, |
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With the symbol of distinction embroidered on his lower garment, |
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And the gems at his girdle emitting their thinking. |
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May long life and an endless name be his? |
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They flit about, the yellow birds, |
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And rest upon the jujube trees. |
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Who followed duke Mu [to the grave]? |
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Ziche Yansi. |
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And this Yansi, |
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Was a man above a hundred. |
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When he came to the grave, |
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He looked terrified and trembled. |
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Thou azure Heaven there! |
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Thou art destroying our good men. |
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Could he have been redeemed, |
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We should have given a hundred lives for him. |
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They flit about, the yellow birds, |
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And rest upon the mulberry trees. |
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Who followed duke Mu [to the grave]? |
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Ziche Zhongheng. |
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And this Zhongheng, |
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Was a match for a hundred. |
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When he came to the grave, |
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He looked terrified and trembled. |
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Thou azure Heaven there! |
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Thou art destroying our good men. |
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Could he have been redeemed, |
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We should have given a hundred lives for him. |
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They flit about, the yellow birds, |
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And rest upon the thorn trees. |
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Who followed duke Mu [to the grave]? |
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Ziche Qianhu. |
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And this Ziche Qianhu, |
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Could withstand a hundred men. |
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When he came to the grave, |
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He looked terrified and trembled. |
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Thou azure Heaven there! |
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Thou art destroying our good men. |
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Could he have been redeemed, |
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We should have given a hundred lives for him. |
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Swift flies the falcon, |
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To the thick-wooded forest in the north. |
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While I do not see my husband, |
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My heart cannot forget its grief. |
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How is it, how is it, |
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That he forgets me so very much? |
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On the mountain are the bushy oaks; |
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In the low wet grounds are six elms. |
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While I do not see my husband, |
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My sad heart has no joy. |
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How is it, how is it, |
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That he forgets me so very much? |
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On the mountain are the bushy sparrow-plums; |
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In the low wet grounds are the high, wild pear trees. |
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While I do not see my husband, |
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My heart is as if intoxicated with grief. |
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How is it, how is it, |
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That he forgets me so very much? |
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How shall it be said that you have no clothes? |
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I will share my long robes with you. |
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The king is raising his forces; |
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I will prepare my lance and spear, |
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And will be your comrade. |
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How shall it be said that you have no clothes? |
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I will share my under clothes with you. |
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The king is raising his forces; |
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I will prepare my spear and lance, |
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And will take the field with you. |
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How shall it be said that you have no clothes? |
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I will share my lower garments with you. |
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The king is raising his forces; |
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I will prepare my buffcoat and sharp weapons, |
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And will march along with you. |
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I escorted my mother's nephew, |
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To the north of the Wei, |
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What did I present to him? |
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Four bay horses for his carriage of state. |
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I escorted my mother's nephew, |
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Long, long did I think of him. |
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What did I present to him? |
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A precious jasper, and gems for his girdle-pendant. |