Book XIII. The Odes of Kuei: III. Shih Yu Ch‘ang Ts‘oo

III The Shih Yu Ch‘ang Ts‘oo; narrative. Some one, groaning under the oppression of the government, wishes he were an unconscious tree. 1Where the grounds are wet and low, There the trees of goat-peach grow, With their branches small and smooth, Glossy in their tender youth. Joy it were to me, O tree, Consciousness to want like thee. 2Where the grounds are wet and low, There the trees of goat-peach grow. Soft and fragrant are their flowers, Glossy from the vernal showers. Joy it were to me, O tree, Ties of home to want like thee. p. 162 3Where the grounds are wet and low, There the trees of goat-peach grow. What delicious fruits they bear, Glossy, soft, of beauty rare! Joy it were to me, O tree, Household cares to want like thee.?