The Ts‘ae Ling

When told to Show-yang’s top to go,
The ling plants there to take,
The speaker false at once you’d know,
Nor heed the words he spake.
And so, when men their stories feign,
To credit them be slow.
Put them aside, put them aside ;
Belief should slowly grow.
’Tis thus the stories told by men
Subside, nor farther go.

When told to search round Show-yang’s base,
Sow-thistles there to find,
The search you’d think a hopeless case,
Nor would the counsel mind.
And so, when men their stories feign,
Do not approve in haste.
Put them aside, put them aside ;
Assent should be repressed.
Tis thus the stories told by men
Soon unregarded rest.

When told on th’ east of Show-yang hill
For mustard-plants to try,
You’d know the quest would speed but ill,
And let the words pass by.
And so, when men their stories feign,
No hearing to them lend.
Put them aside, put them aside,
Your faith loth to extend.
’Tis thus the stories told by men
Come shortly to an end.