The Héa-Ts‘ewen

Down from the spring the chilling waters pass,
And overflow the bushy wolf-tail grass ;—
Fit emblem of our state unblest.
In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh,
And to my thoughts Chow’s capital comes nigh,
When through its kings the land had rest.

The bushy southernwood is flooded o’er,
By the cold waters from that spring which pour ;—
Fit emblem of our state unblest.
In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh,
And to my thoughts Chow’s capital comes nigh,
When through its kings the land had rest.

The bushy plants, whose stalks serve to divine
Beneath the waters of that cold spring pine ;—
Fit emblem of our state unblest.
In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh,
And to my thoughts Chow’s capital comes nigh,
When through its kings the land had rest.

Of old there fell the fertilizing rains,
And brightly shone the millet on our plains ;—
The land knew no oppression hard.
The States the king’s authority obeyed,
And to each lord, for loyal service paid,
The chief of Seun dispensed reward.