Classic of Poetry

Gently blows the east wind, With cloudy skies and with rain. [Husband and wife] should strive to be of the same mind, And not let angry feelings arise. When we gather the mustard plant and earth melons, We do not reject them because of their roots. While I do nothing contrary to my good name, I should live with you till our death.

I go along the road slowly, slowly, In my inmost heart reluctant. Not far, only a little way, Did he accompany me to the threshold. Who says that the sowthistle is bitter? It is as sweet as the shepherd’s purse. You feast with your new wife, [Loving] as brothers.

The muddiness of the King appears from the Wei, But its bottom may be seen about the islets. You feast with your new wife, And think me not worth being with. Do not approach my dam, Do not move my basket. My person is rejected;— What avails it to care for what may come after?

Where the water was deep, I crossed it by a raft or a boat. Where it was shallow, I dived or swam across it. Whether we had plenty or not, I exerted myself to be getting. When among others there was a death, I crawled on my knees to help them.

You cannot cherish me, And you even count me as an enemy. You disdain my virtues,— A pedlar’s wares which do not sell. Formerly, I was afraid our means might be exhausted, And I might come with you to destitution. Now, when your means are abundant, You compare me to poison.

My fine collection of vegetables Is but a provision against the winter. Feasting with your new wife, You think of me as a provision [only] against your poverty. Cavalierly and angrily you treat me; You give me only pain. You do not think of the former days, And are only angry with me.