Living
The Fei Fung
Translated by James Legge (1876) · From The She King (1876), Part I, Book XIII
Not for the stormy wind,
Nor rushing chariots’ roar,
But when I view the road to Chow,—
I’m pained to my heart’s core.
Not for the whirlwind’s sweep,
Nor car’s unsteady roll,
But when I view the road to Chow,—
Deep sadness dulls my soul.
For one who fish can cook,
His boilers I would clear;
So him whose heart beats westward true,
With these good words I cheer.
Codex Note
Some one tells his sorrow for the decay of the power of Chow.
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Shi Jing (The Book of Songs). “The Fei Fung.” Translated by James Legge. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/shi-jing/144/.
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Shi Jing (The Book of Songs). “The Fei Fung.” Translated by James Legge. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/shi-jing/144/.
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