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KAI FENG

The genial wind from the south
Blows on the heart of that jujube tree,
Till that heart looks tender and beautiful.
What toil and pain did our mother endure!
The genial wind from the south
Blows on the branches of that jujube tree,
Our mother is wise and good;
But among us there is none good.
There is the cool spring
Below [the city of] Jun.
We are seven sons,
And our mother is full of pain and suffering.
The beautiful yellow birds
Give forth their pleasant notes.
We are seven sons,
And cannot compose our mother's heart.
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