The Ts‘ewen Shwuy

As the streamlet from its spring
Flows into the river K‘e,
So my daily thoughts on wing
Fly, my native Wei, to thee;
For I long with cousins there
Counsel sweet and love to share.

For a night, at Tse I stayed;
Drank the cup to Ne when come;
Parents, brothers, farewell bade :—
Such the fate on leaving home.
Parents are not now alive;
Aunts and sister still survive.

Lo! I hasten home again.
Let the rushing chariot-wheel
Pause at Kan, and part at Yen,
Pebbles flashing to its steel.
Does my heart go far astray,
Panting for its native Wei?

By the Fei-ts‘euen’s winding stream
Daily sighing thought will stray.
Seu and Ts‘aou in memory gleam,
Broken glints of childhood’s day.
Spring, my horses! Speed, my wheels!
Gone the grief my bosom feels !