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

THE SHI-KING 155
A Wife's Grief Because of Her Husband's Absence
The falcon swiftly seeks the north,
And forest gloom that sent it forth.
Since I no more my husband see,
My heart from grief is never free.
O how is it, I long to know.
That he, my lord, forgets me so?
Bushy oaks on the mountain grow,
And six elms where the ground is low.
But I, my husband seen no more,
My sad and joyless fate deplore.
O how is it, I long to know.
That he, my lord, forgets me so?
The hills the bushy wild plums show.
And pear-trees grace the ground below.
But, with my husband from me gone,
As drunk with grief, I dwell alone.
O how is it, I long to know.
That he, my lord, forgets me so?
Lament for Three Brothers
They flit about, the yellow birds.
And rest upon the jujubes find.
Who buried were in duke Muh's grave.
Alive to awful death consigned?
*Mong brothers three, who met that fate,
'Twas sad the first, Yen-seih to see.
He stood alone; a hundred men
Could show no other such as he.
When to the yawning grave he came.
Terror unnerved and shook his frame.
Why thus destroy our noblest men,
To thee we cry, O azure Heaven
To save Yen-seih from death, we would
A hundred lives have freely given.
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