Book Ix. The Odes Of Wei. Vi. Fa T'an
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"The Book of Poetry", tr. by James Legge, [1876],
p. 122
Vi
The "Fa T'an;" allusive. Against the idle and greedy ministers of the state. Contrast between them and a stalwart woodman.
1"K'an-k'an" upon the sandal trees
The woodman's strokes resound.
Then on the bank he lays the trunks
His ax brings to the ground;
The while the stream goes rippling by,
Its waters cool and clear.
You work not so, O Wei's great men,
From me the truth now hear.
You sow no seed; no harvest tasks
Your soft hands take in charge;
And yet each boasts three hundred farms,
And stores the produce large.
You never join the hunt's halloo,
Nor dare to share its toils;
Yet lo! your wide courtyards are seen
Hung round with badgers' spoils.
I must conclude that woodman rude
A man of higher style.
To eat the bread of idleness
He feels would stamp him vile. p. 123
2\"K'an-k'an" upon the sandalwood
The woodman's strokes resound,
Then by the river's side he lays
What fit for spokes is found;
The while the river onward flows,
Its waters clear and smooth.
You work not so, O Wei's great men,
From me now hear the truth.--
You sow no seed; no harvest tasks
Your dainty fingers stain;
And yet each boasts three million sheaves;--
Whence gets he all that grain?
You never join the hunt's halloo,
Nor brave its ventures bold;
Yet lo! your wide courtyards display
Those boars of three years old.
I must conclude that woodman rude
A man of higher style.
To eat the bread of idleness
He feels would stamp him vile. p. 124
3\"K'an-k'an" resound the woodman's strokes
Upon the sandalwood;
Then on the river's lip he lays
What for his wheels is good;
The while the river onward flows,
Soft rippled by the wind.
That you don't work, O Wei's great men,
Is thus brought to my mind.
You sow no seed; no harvest tasks
Your soft hands undertake;
Yet grain each boasts, three hundred bins;--
Who his that grain did make?
You never join the hunt's halloo,
Your feeble courage fails;
Yet lo! your wide courtyards display
Large strings of slaughtered quails.
I must conclude that woodman rude
A man of higher style.
To eat the bread of idleness
He feels would stamp him vile.
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