It floats about, that boat of cypress wood; Yea, it floats about on the current. Disturbed am I and sleepless, As if suffering from a painful wound. It is not because I have no wine, And that I might not wander and saunder about.
我心匪鑒、不可以茹。 亦有兄弟、不可以據。 薄言往愬、逢彼之怒。
My mind is not a mirror; - It cannot [equally] receive [all impressions]. I, indeed, have brothers, But I cannot depend on them, I meet with their anger.
我心匪石、不可轉也。 我心匪席、不可卷也。 威儀棣棣、不可選也。
My mind is not a stone; - It cannot be rolled about. My mind is not a mat; - It cannot be rolled up. My deportment has been dignified and good, With nothing wrong which can be pointed out.
憂心悄悄、慍于群小。 覯閔既多、受侮不少。 靜言思之、寤辟有摽。
My anxious heart is full of trouble; I am hated by the herd of mean creatures; I meet with many distresses; I receive insults not a few. Silently I think of my case, And, starting as from sleep, I beat my breast.
日居月諸、胡迭而微。 心之憂矣、如匪澣衣。 靜言思之、不能奮飛。
There are the sun and moon, - How is it that the former has become small, and not the latter? The sorrow cleaves to my heart, Like an unwashed dress. Silently I think of my case, But I cannot spread my wings and fly away.
26. 柏舟 - Bo Zhou
耿耿不寐、如有隱憂。
微我無酒、以敖以遊。
It floats about, that boat of cypress wood;
Yea, it floats about on the current.
Disturbed am I and sleepless,
As if suffering from a painful wound.
It is not because I have no wine,
And that I might not wander and saunder about.
我心匪鑒、不可以茹。
亦有兄弟、不可以據。
薄言往愬、逢彼之怒。
My mind is not a mirror; -
It cannot [equally] receive [all impressions].
I, indeed, have brothers,
But I cannot depend on them,
I meet with their anger.
我心匪石、不可轉也。
我心匪席、不可卷也。
威儀棣棣、不可選也。
My mind is not a stone; -
It cannot be rolled about.
My mind is not a mat; -
It cannot be rolled up.
My deportment has been dignified and good,
With nothing wrong which can be pointed out.
憂心悄悄、慍于群小。
覯閔既多、受侮不少。
靜言思之、寤辟有摽。
My anxious heart is full of trouble;
I am hated by the herd of mean creatures;
I meet with many distresses;
I receive insults not a few.
Silently I think of my case,
And, starting as from sleep, I beat my breast.
日居月諸、胡迭而微。
心之憂矣、如匪澣衣。
靜言思之、不能奮飛。
There are the sun and moon, -
How is it that the former has become small, and not the latter?
The sorrow cleaves to my heart,
Like an unwashed dress.
Silently I think of my case,
But I cannot spread my wings and fly away.