The Maou K‘éw

On that high sloping mound,
With joints now parted wide,
The plants of dolichos
Show here we long abide.
Wei’s nobles, whom we uncles style,
Why thus delay on us to smile?

They rest and do not stir ;—
Do they allies expect ?
Wherefore protract the time?
Why us so much neglect ?
Some reason they could surely plead
For conduct, strange in this our need.

In chariots of the west,
Hither from danger borne,
In Wei we live depressed,
Our fox-furs frayed and worn.
Ye nobles, uncles, sooth to say,
For us no sympathy display.

A remnant small of Le,
Driven from our proper home ;
Children dispersed, we hoped
That help from Wei would come.
Alas! though grand the robes you wear,
You stop your ears against our prayer.