The Ts‘ing Ying

Like the blue flies buzzing round,
And on the fences lighting,
Are the sons of slander found,
Who never cease their biting.
O thou happy, courteous king,
To the winds their slanders fling.

Buzzing round the blue flies hear,
About the jujubes flocking !
So the slanderers appear,
Whose calumnies are shocking.
By no law or order bound,
All the kingdom they confound.

How they buzz, those odious flies,
Upon the hazels clust’ring !
And as odious are the lies
Of those slanderers blust ring.
Hatred stirred between us two
Shows the evil they can do.