Book XIII. The Odes of Kuei: 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. 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.