The Hwang Néaou (Part II, Book IV)

Thou yellow-plumaged bird, O spare
The paper-shrubs and fields of grain!
For me these people show no care ;—
I long for kin and home again.
That we judged ill, when we came here,
Does from their cold neglect appear.

The mulberry trees and fields of maize,
Thou yellow-plumaged bird, eschew !
These people are a dullard race ;—
I long my brethren’s face to view.
That we judged ill, when we came here,
Does from their cold neglect appear.

Thou yellow-plumaged bird, O fly
Those oak-trees, nor the millet eat !
From this bad land I back must hie ;—
I long my father’s kin to greet.
That we judged ill, when we came here,
Does from their cold neglect appear.