Chinese and Arabian Literature - E. Wilson - The Search For Mecca

BOOK VIII
THE ODES OF TS'E
A Wife Urging Her Husband to Action
His lady to the marquis says,
" The cock has crowed ; 'tis late.
Get up, my lord, and haste to court.
'Tis full ; for you they wait."
She did not hear the cock's shrill sound.
Only the blueflies buzzing round.
Again she wakes him with the words,
" The east, my lord, is bright.
A crowded court your presence seeks
Get up and hail the light."
'Twas not the dawning light which shone,
But that which by the moon was thrown.
He sleeping still, once more she says,
" The flies are buzzing loud.
To lie and dream here by your side
Were pleasant, but the crowd
Of officers will soon retire
Draw not on you and me their ire !
The Folly of Useless Effort
The weeds will but the ranker grow.
If fields too large you seek to till.
To try to gain men far away
With grief your toiling heart will fill.
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