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【Airs of the States · Bei Airs】\n\nThe Cypress Boat\n\nDrifting is that cypress boat, Mid the stream it floats. Wide awake I lie, As if with hidden grief. Not that I have no wine, To go and wander at my pleasure.\nMy heart is not a mirror, To reflect all things. I have brothers, But I cannot rely on them. When I go to complain to them, I meet with their anger.\nMy heart is not a stone, It cannot be rolled. My heart is not a mat, It cannot be rolled up. My dignity is orderly, It cannot be chosen.\nMy anxious heart is troubled, I am vexed by the crowd of petty men. I have encountered many sorrows, And received many insults. Quietly I think of it, Awake, I beat my breast.\nO sun, O moon, Why do you alternately wane? The sorrow of my heart, Is like an unwashed garment. Quietly I think of it, I cannot fly away.\n\nThe Green Robe\n\nGreen is the robe, Green the outside, yellow the lining. The sorrow of my heart, When will it cease?\nGreen is the robe, Green the upper garment, yellow the lower. The sorrow of my heart, When will it end?\nGreen are the silk threads, Which you worked. I think of the ancients, Who made me without error.\nFine and coarse are the fabrics, Chill is the wind. I think of the ancients, They truly have my heart.\n\nThe Swallows\n\nThe swallows fly about, With their wings uneven. This lady goes home, Far I escort her to the wilds. I gaze till I see her no more, My tears fall like rain.\nThe swallows fly about, Now up, now down. This lady goes home, Far I accompany her. I gaze till I see her no more, Long I stand and weep.\nThe swallows fly about, Their notes now high, now low. This lady goes home, Far I escort her to the south. I gaze till I see her no more, Truly it pains my heart.\nThe second lady is trustworthy, Her heart is deep and sincere. Gentle and kind to the end, Virtuous and careful of her person. Thinking of my late lord, She encourages me, the lonely one.\n\nThe Sun and Moon\n\nO sun, O moon, Which shine upon the earth below, How is it that this man, Does not treat me as of old? How can he be fixed? He does not regard me.\nO sun, O moon, Which cover the earth below, How is it that this man, Does not treat me well? How can he be fixed? He does not respond to me.\nO sun, O moon, Which come forth from the east, How is it that this man, His virtuous words are not good? How can he be fixed? That I may forget him.\nO sun, O moon, Which come forth from the east, O father, O mother, You did not rear me to the end. How can he be fixed? He responds to me with no proper words.\n\nThe Constant Wind\n\nThe wind blows constantly and fiercely, He looks at me and laughs. He jokes and laughs arrogantly, My heart is grieved.\nThe wind blows constantly and brings dust, He kindly consents to come. He does not come nor go, Long, long do I think of him.\nThe wind blows constantly and darkens the sky, Not a day is without gloom. Awake I speak, I cannot sleep, I wish to speak, then I sneeze.\nGloomy is the darkness, Rumbling is the thunder. Awake I speak, I cannot sleep, I wish to speak, then I cherish.\n\nBeating the Drum\n\nThey beat the drums with a tang tang sound, They leap and use their weapons. They build walls at Cao, I alone march south.\nI follow Sun Zizhong, To pacify Chen and Song. He does not let me return, My anxious heart is troubled.\nWhere shall we stay? Where shall we dwell? Where shall we lose our horses? Where shall we seek them? Under the forest.\nIn life or death, however separated, To you I made my pledge. I took your hand, To grow old together with you.\nAlas for our separation! I cannot live with you. Alas for our distance! I cannot keep my faith with you.\n\nThe South Wind\n\nThe south wind blows, It blows on the heart of the jujube tree. The heart of the jujube tree is tender, Our mother is toiled and troubled.\nThe south wind blows, It blows on the jujube branches. Our mother is wise and good, But we are not good men.\nThere is the cold spring, Below Jun. There are seven sons, But our mother is toiled and troubled.\nPretty and fine is the yellow bird, It carries its pleasant notes. There are seven sons, But none can comfort our mother's heart.\n\nThe Pheasant\n\nThe pheasant flies about, Displaying its feathers. My thoughts are of you, But I bring this sorrow on myself.\nThe pheasant flies about, Its notes now low, now high. Truly, my lord, You pain my heart.\nI look at the sun and moon, Long, long do I think. The way is far, How can you come?\nAll you gentlemen, Know not virtuous conduct. Without envy or covetousness, What would not be good?\n\nThe Gourd Has Bitter Leaves\n\nThe gourd has bitter leaves, The ford has deep places to cross. If deep, I will go through with my clothes on; If shallow, I will tuck them up.\nThe ford is full, There is the cry of a pheasant. The full ford does not wet the axle, The pheasant cries seeking its mate.\nHarmoniously cry the wild geese, As the sun begins to rise. If a gentleman wishes to take a wife, Before the ice melts.\nThe boatman beckons, Others cross, I do not. Others cross, I do not, I wait for my friend.\n\nThe Valley Wind\n\nGently blows the valley wind, Bringing clouds and rain. We strove to be of one heart, You should not have been angry. We gathered the turnips and the radishes, But did not take the roots. Do not violate your virtuous words, And I will die with you.\nSlowly I walked along the road, My heart was full of discontent. Not far, but near, You barely escorted me to the threshold. Who says the sow-thistle is bitter? It is as sweet as the shepherd's purse. Feasting in your new marriage, You were like brothers.\nThe Jing muddies the Wei, But its islets are clear. Feasting in your new marriage, You think me not worth having. Do not go to my dam, Do not open my fish-trap. I myself am not wanted, How should I care for what comes after?\nWhere it is deep, I cross by boat or raft. Where it is shallow, I swim or float. What we have, what we lack, We strive to procure. Whenever the people are in distress, We crawl on our knees to help them.\nYou cannot cherish me, But you regard me as an enemy. You reject my virtue, Like a merchant whose goods do not sell. Formerly I was afraid we might be poor, And we overturned together. Now when we have means and live comfortably, You compare me to a poison.\nI have good stores, To withstand the winter. Feasting in your new marriage, You use me to withstand your poverty. Violent and fierce you are, And you give me only toil. You do not think of the past, And you are only kind to me when you need me.\n\nHow Goes the Night?\n\nHow goes the night? Why not return? If not for our lord's affairs, Why should we be in the dew?\nHow goes the night? Why not return? If not for our lord's person, Why should we be in the mire?\n\nThe Hill with the Bushes\n\nThe dolichos on the bushy hill, How long are its joints! O uncles and elder brothers, Why so many days?\nWhy do you stay? You must have companions. Why so long? You must have a reason.\nIn fox-furs, ragged and torn, Not that your carriages cannot go east. O uncles and elder brothers, You have nothing in common with us. Small and mean, Wandering sons. O uncles and elder brothers, With sleeves as if stuffed in your ears.

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【国风·邶风】\n\n柏舟\n\n泛彼柏舟，亦泛其流。耿耿不寐，如有隐忧。微我无酒，以敖以游。\n我心匪鉴，不可以茹。亦有兄弟，不可以据。薄言往诉，逢彼之怒。\n我心匪石，不可转也。我心匪席，不可卷也。威仪棣棣，不可选也。\n忧心悄悄，愠于群小。觏闵既多，受侮不少。静言思之，寤擗有摽。\n日居月诸，胡迭而微？心之忧矣，如匪澣衣。静言思之，不能奋飞。\n\n绿衣\n\n绿兮衣兮，绿衣黄里。心之忧矣，曷维其已？\n绿兮衣兮，绿衣黄裳。心之忧矣，曷维其亡？\n绿兮丝兮，女所治兮。我思古人，俾无訧兮。\n𫄨兮绤兮，凄其以风。我思古人，实获我心。\n\n燕燕\n\n燕燕于飞，差池其羽。之子于归，远送于野。瞻望弗及，泣涕如雨。\n燕燕于飞，颉之颃之。之子于归，远于将之。瞻望弗及，伫立以泣。\n燕燕于飞，上下其音。之子于归，远送于南。瞻望弗及，实劳我心。\n仲氏任只，其心塞渊。终温且惠，淑慎其身。先君之思，以勖寡人。\n\n日月\n\n日居月诸，照临下土。乃如之人兮，逝不古处。胡能有定？宁不我顾。\n日居月诸，下土是冒。乃如之人兮，逝不相好。胡能有定？宁不我报。\n日居月诸，出自东方。乃如之人兮，德音无良。胡能有定？俾也可忘。\n日居月诸，东方自出。父兮母兮，畜我不卒。胡能有定？报我不述。\n\n终风\n\n终风且暴，顾我则笑。谑浪笑傲，中心是悼。\n终风且霾，惠然肯来。莫往莫来，悠悠我思。\n终风且曀，不日有曀。寤言不寐，愿言则嚏。\n曀曀其阴，虺虺其雷。寤言不寐，愿言则怀。\n\n击鼓\n\n击鼓其镗，踊跃用兵。土国城漕，我独南行。\n从孙子仲，平陈与宋。不我以归，忧心有忡。\n爰居爰处，爰丧其马。于以求之？于林之下。\n死生契阔，与子成说。执子之手，与子偕老。\n于嗟阔兮，不我活兮。于嗟洵兮，不我信兮。\n\n凯风\n\n凯风自南，吹彼棘心。棘心夭夭，母氏劬劳。\n凯风自南，吹彼棘薪。母氏圣善，我无令人。\n爰有寒泉，在浚之下。有子七人，母氏劳苦。\n𪾢睆黄鸟，载好其音。有子七人，莫慰母心。\n\n雄雉\n\n雄雉于飞，泄泄其羽。我之怀矣，自诒伊阻。\n雄雉于飞，下上其音。展矣君子，实劳我心。\n瞻彼日月，悠悠我思。道之云远，曷云能来？\n百尔君子，不知德行。不忮不求，何用不臧？\n\n匏有苦叶\n\n匏有苦叶，济有深涉。深则厉，浅则揭。\n有弥济盈，有鷕雉鸣。济盈不濡轨，雉鸣求其牡。\n雝雝鸣雁，旭日始旦。士如归妻，迨冰未泮。\n招招舟子，人涉卬否。人涉卬否，卬须我友。\n\n谷风\n\n习习谷风，以阴以雨。黾勉同心，不宜有怒。采葑采菲，无以下体。德音莫违，及尔同死。\n行道迟迟，中心有违。不远伊迩，薄送我畿。谁谓荼苦？其甘如荠。宴尔新昏，如兄如弟。\n泾以渭浊，湜湜其沚。宴尔新昏，不我屑以。毋逝我梁，毋发我笱。我躬不阅，遑恤我后。\n就其深矣，方之舟之。就其浅矣，泳之游之。何有何亡，黾勉求之。凡民有丧，匍匐救之。\n不我能慉，反以我为雠。既阻我德，贾用不售。昔育恐育鞫，及尔颠覆。既生既育，比予于毒。\n我有旨蓄，亦以御冬。宴尔新昏，以我御穷。有洸有溃，既诒我肄。不念昔者，伊余来塈。\n\n式微\n\n式微式微，胡不归？微君之故，胡为乎中露？\n式微式微，胡不归？微君之躬，胡为乎泥中？\n\n旄丘\n\n旄丘之葛兮，何诞之节兮。叔兮伯兮，何多日也。\n何其处也？必有与也。何其久也？必有以也。\n狐裘蒙戎，匪车不东。叔兮伯兮，靡所与同。琐兮尾兮，流离之子。叔兮伯兮，袖如充耳。

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【Airs of the States · Bei Airs】\n\nThe Cypress Boat\n\nDrifting is that cypress boat,<br>Mid the stream it floats.<br>Wide awake I lie,<br>As if with hidden grief.<br>Not that I have no wine,<br>To go and wander at my pleasure.\nMy heart is not a mirror,<br>To reflect all things.<br>I have brothers,<br>But I cannot rely on them.<br>When I go to complain to them,<br>I meet with their anger.\nMy heart is not a stone,<br>It cannot be rolled.<br>My heart is not a mat,<br>It cannot be rolled up.<br>My dignity is orderly,<br>It cannot be chosen.\nMy anxious heart is troubled,<br>I am vexed by the crowd of petty men.<br>I have encountered many sorrows,<br>And received many insults.<br>Quietly I think of it,<br>Awake, I beat my breast.\nO sun, O moon,<br>Why do you alternately wane?<br>The sorrow of my heart,<br>Is like an unwashed garment.<br>Quietly I think of it,<br>I cannot fly away.\n\nThe Green Robe\n\nGreen is the robe,<br>Green the outside, yellow the lining.<br>The sorrow of my heart,<br>When will it cease?\nGreen is the robe,<br>Green the upper garment, yellow the lower.<br>The sorrow of my heart,<br>When will it end?\nGreen are the silk threads,<br>Which you worked.<br>I think of the ancients,<br>Who made me without error.\nFine and coarse are the fabrics,<br>Chill is the wind.<br>I think of the ancients,<br>They truly have my heart.\n\nThe Swallows\n\nThe swallows fly about,<br>With their wings uneven.<br>This lady goes home,<br>Far I escort her to the wilds.<br>I gaze till I see her no more,<br>My tears fall like rain.\nThe swallows fly about,<br>Now up, now down.<br>This lady goes home,<br>Far I accompany her.<br>I gaze till I see her no more,<br>Long I stand and weep.\nThe swallows fly about,<br>Their notes now high, now low.<br>This lady goes home,<br>Far I escort her to the south.<br>I gaze till I see her no more,<br>Truly it pains my heart.\nThe second lady is trustworthy,<br>Her heart is deep and sincere.<br>Gentle and kind to the end,<br>Virtuous and careful of her person.<br>Thinking of my late lord,<br>She encourages me, the lonely one.\n\nThe Sun and Moon\n\nO sun, O moon,<br>Which shine upon the earth below,<br>How is it that this man,<br>Does not treat me as of old?<br>How can he be fixed?<br>He does not regard me.\nO sun, O moon,<br>Which cover the earth below,<br>How is it that this man,<br>Does not treat me well?<br>How can he be fixed?<br>He does not respond to me.\nO sun, O moon,<br>Which come forth from the east,<br>How is it that this man,<br>His virtuous words are not good?<br>How can he be fixed?<br>That I may forget him.\nO sun, O moon,<br>Which come forth from the east,<br>O father, O mother,<br>You did not rear me to the end.<br>How can he be fixed?<br>He responds to me with no proper words.\n\nThe Constant Wind\n\nThe wind blows constantly and fiercely,<br>He looks at me and laughs.<br>He jokes and laughs arrogantly,<br>My heart is grieved.\nThe wind blows constantly and brings dust,<br>He kindly consents to come.<br>He does not come nor go,<br>Long, long do I think of him.\nThe wind blows constantly and darkens the sky,<br>Not a day is without gloom.<br>Awake I speak, I cannot sleep,<br>I wish to speak, then I sneeze.\nGloomy is the darkness,<br>Rumbling is the thunder.<br>Awake I speak, I cannot sleep,<br>I wish to speak, then I cherish.\n\nBeating the Drum\n\nThey beat the drums with a tang tang sound,<br>They leap and use their weapons.<br>They build walls at Cao,<br>I alone march south.\nI follow Sun Zizhong,<br>To pacify Chen and Song.<br>He does not let me return,<br>My anxious heart is troubled.\nWhere shall we stay? Where shall we dwell?<br>Where shall we lose our horses?<br>Where shall we seek them?<br>Under the forest.\nIn life or death, however separated,<br>To you I made my pledge.<br>I took your hand,<br>To grow old together with you.\nAlas for our separation!<br>I cannot live with you.<br>Alas for our distance!<br>I cannot keep my faith with you.\n\nThe South Wind\n\nThe south wind blows,<br>It blows on the heart of the jujube tree.<br>The heart of the jujube tree is tender,<br>Our mother is toiled and troubled.\nThe south wind blows,<br>It blows on the jujube branches.<br>Our mother is wise and good,<br>But we are not good men.\nThere is the cold spring,<br>Below Jun.<br>There are seven sons,<br>But our mother is toiled and troubled.\nPretty and fine is the yellow bird,<br>It carries its pleasant notes.<br>There are seven sons,<br>But none can comfort our mother's heart.\n\nThe Pheasant\n\nThe pheasant flies about,<br>Displaying its feathers.<br>My thoughts are of you,<br>But I bring this sorrow on myself.\nThe pheasant flies about,<br>Its notes now low, now high.<br>Truly, my lord,<br>You pain my heart.\nI look at the sun and moon,<br>Long, long do I think.<br>The way is far,<br>How can you come?\nAll you gentlemen,<br>Know not virtuous conduct.<br>Without envy or covetousness,<br>What would not be good?\n\nThe Gourd Has Bitter Leaves\n\nThe gourd has bitter leaves,<br>The ford has deep places to cross.<br>If deep, I will go through with my clothes on;<br>If shallow, I will tuck them up.\nThe ford is full,<br>There is the cry of a pheasant.<br>The full ford does not wet the axle,<br>The pheasant cries seeking its mate.\nHarmoniously cry the wild geese,<br>As the sun begins to rise.<br>If a gentleman wishes to take a wife,<br>Before the ice melts.\nThe boatman beckons,<br>Others cross, I do not.<br>Others cross, I do not,<br>I wait for my friend.\n\nThe Valley Wind\n\nGently blows the valley wind,<br>Bringing clouds and rain.<br>We strove to be of one heart,<br>You should not have been angry.<br>We gathered the turnips and the radishes,<br>But did not take the roots.<br>Do not violate your virtuous words,<br>And I will die with you.\nSlowly I walked along the road,<br>My heart was full of discontent.<br>Not far, but near,<br>You barely escorted me to the threshold.<br>Who says the sow-thistle is bitter?<br>It is as sweet as the shepherd's purse.<br>Feasting in your new marriage,<br>You were like brothers.\nThe Jing muddies the Wei,<br>But its islets are clear.<br>Feasting in your new marriage,<br>You think me not worth having.<br>Do not go to my dam,<br>Do not open my fish-trap.<br>I myself am not wanted,<br>How should I care for what comes after?\nWhere it is deep,<br>I cross by boat or raft.<br>Where it is shallow,<br>I swim or float.<br>What we have, what we lack,<br>We strive to procure.<br>Whenever the people are in distress,<br>We crawl on our knees to help them.\nYou cannot cherish me,<br>But you regard me as an enemy.<br>You reject my virtue,<br>Like a merchant whose goods do not sell.<br>Formerly I was afraid we might be poor,<br>And we overturned together.<br>Now when we have means and live comfortably,<br>You compare me to a poison.\nI have good stores,<br>To withstand the winter.<br>Feasting in your new marriage,<br>You use me to withstand your poverty.<br>Violent and fierce you are,<br>And you give me only toil.<br>You do not think of the past,<br>And you are only kind to me when you need me.\n\nHow Goes the Night?\n\nHow goes the night?<br>Why not return?<br>If not for our lord's affairs,<br>Why should we be in the dew?\nHow goes the night?<br>Why not return?<br>If not for our lord's person,<br>Why should we be in the mire?\n\nThe Hill with the Bushes\n\nThe dolichos on the bushy hill,<br>How long are its joints!<br>O uncles and elder brothers,<br>Why so many days?\nWhy do you stay?<br>You must have companions.<br>Why so long?<br>You must have a reason.\nIn fox-furs, ragged and torn,<br>Not that your carriages cannot go east.<br>O uncles and elder brothers,<br>You have nothing in common with us.<br>Small and mean,<br>Wandering sons.<br>O uncles and elder brothers,<br>With sleeves as if stuffed in your ears.

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