XI. Tâo Hsi
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The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
XI
The Tâo Hsi; metaphorical. An appeal from the inferior officers of ChĂȘng to their superiors on the sad condition of the state.
1Ye withered leaves, ye withered. leaves,
    Blown by the wind away!
So tossed is ChĂȘng. My spirit grieves
    To see its sad decay.
Ye uncles, nobles of the land,
Reform the state; we'll by you stand! p. 96
    Blown by the wind away!
So tossed is ChĂȘng. My spirit grieves
    To see its sad decay.
Ye uncles, nobles of the land,
Reform the state; we'll by you stand! p. 96
2Ye withered leaves, ye withered leaves,
  By winds so wildly tossed!
What grief my mourning heart receives
  From ChĂȘng thus foully lost!
Uncles, your starting note we wait;
We'll follow and reform the state.
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