The Min Yu Séaou Tsze

Alas for me, still but a child!
For all too soon I know
The cares of the unsettled State.
Too heavy will they grow.
I shrink in sorrow from the task ;
But, O my mighty sire,
To filial virtue, all thy life,
Thou ever didst aspire.

My great grandsire, though now enshrined,
To thee still living proved,
As if in court-yard and in hall
His royal person moved,
And I, the little child, will be
As reverent night and day.
To you, great kings, such homage I
Now on your throne will pay.