IV. Fei Fêng

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.

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