IV. Fei Fêng
IV
The Fei Fêng; narrative and allusive. Some one tells his sorrow for the decay of the power of Chou.
1 Not for the stormy wind,
Nor rushing chariots’ roar,
But when I view the road to Chou,—
I'm pained to my heart's core.
Nor rushing chariots’ roar,
But when I view the road to Chou,—
I'm pained to my heart's core.
2 Not for the whirlwind's sweep,
Nor car's unsteady roll,
But when I view the road to Chou,—
Deep sadness dulls my soul.
3 For one who fish can cook,
His boilers I would clear;
So him whose heart beats westward true,
With these good words I cheer.