The Wisdom of Confucius Part 25

O fell not that sweet pear-tree!

See how its branches spread.

Spoil not its shade, For Shaou's chief laid Beneath it his weary head.

O clip not that sweet pear-tree!

Each twig and leaflet spare.

'Tis sacred now, Since the lord of Shaou, When weary, rested him there.

O touch not that sweet pear-tree!

Bend not a twig of it now.

There long ago, As the stories show, Oft halted the chief of Shaou.

THE EASY DIGNITY OF THE OFFICERS AT SOME COURT

Arrayed in skins of lamb or sheep, With five silk braidings all of white, From court they go, to take their meal, All self-possessed, with spirits light.

How on their skins of lamb or sheep The five seams wrought with white silk show!

With easy steps, and self-possessed, From court to take their meal, they go.

Upon their skins of lamb or sheep s.h.i.+nes the white silk the seams to link.

With easy steps and self-possessed, They go from court to eat and drink.

ANXIETY OF A YOUNG LADY TO GET MARRIED

Ripe, the plums fall from the bough; Only seven-tenths left there now!

Ye whose hearts on me are set, Now the time is fortunate!

Ripe, the plums fall from the bough; Only three-tenths left there now!

Ye who wish my love to gain, Will not now apply in vain!

No more plums upon the bough!

All are in my basket now!

Ye who me with ardor seek, Need the word but freely speak!

BOOK III

_The Odes of P'ei_

AN OFFICER BEWAILS THE NEGLECT WITH WHICH HE IS TREATED

It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, Now here, now there, as by the current borne.

Nor rest nor sleep comes in my troubled mood; I suffer as when painful wound has torn The shrinking body. Thus I dwell forlorn, And aimless muse, my thoughts of sorrow full.

I might with wine refresh my spirit worn; I might go forth, and, sauntering try to cool The fever of my heart; but grief holds sullen rule.

My mind resembles not a mirror plate, Reflecting all the impressions it receives.

The good I love, the bad regard with hate; I only cherish whom my heart believes.

Colleagues I have, but yet my spirit grieves, That on their honor I cannot depend.

I speak, but my complaint no influence leaves Upon their hearts; with mine no feelings blend; With me in anger they, and fierce disdain contend.

My mind is fixed, and cannot, like a stone, Be turned at will indifferently about; And what I think, to that, and that alone, I utterance give, alike within, without; Nor can like mat be rolled and carried out.

With dignity in presence of them all, My conduct marked, my goodness who shall scout?

My foes I boldly challenge, great and small, If there be aught in me they can in question call.

How full of trouble is my anxious heart!

With hate the blatant herd of creatures mean Ceaseless pursue. Of their attacks the smart Keeps my mind in distress. Their venomed spleen Aye vents itself; and with insulting mien They vex my soul; and no one on my side A word will speak. Silent, alone, unseen, I think of my sad case; then opening wide My eyes, as if from sleep, I beat my breast, sore-tried.

Thy disc, O sun, should ever be complete, While thine, O changing moon, doth wax and wane.

But now our sun hath waned, weak and effete, And moons are ever full. My heart with pain Is firmly bound, and held in sorrow's chain, As to the body cleaves an unwashed dress.

Silent I think of my sad case; in vain I try to find relief from my distress.

Would I had wings to fly where ills no longer press!

A WIFE DEPLORES THE ABSENCE OF HER HUSBAND

Away the startled pheasant flies, With lazy movement of his wings.

Borne was my heart's lord from my eyes;-- What pain the separation brings!

The pheasant, though no more in view, His cry, below, above, forth sends.

Alas! my princely lord, 'tis you-- Your absence, that my bosom rends.

At sun and moon I sit and gaze, In converse with my troubled heart.

Far, far from me my husband stays!

When will he come to heal its smart?

Ye princely men who with him mate, Say, mark ye not his virtuous way.

His rule is--covet nought, none hate;-- How can his steps from goodness stray?

THE PLAINT OF A REJECTED WIFE

The east wind gently blows, With cloudy skies and rain.

'Twixt man and wife should ne'er be strife, But harmony obtain.

Radish and mustard plants Are used, though some be poor; While my good name is free from blame, Don't thrust me from your door.

I go along the road, Slow, with reluctant heart.

Your escort lame to door but came, There glad from me to part.

Sow-thistle, bitter called, As shepherd's purse is sweet; With your new mate you feast elate, As joyous brothers meet.

Part clear, the stream of King Is foul beside the Wei.

You feast elate with your new mate, And take no heed of me.

Loose mate, avoid my dam, Nor dare my basket move!

Person slighted, life all blighted, What can the future prove?