Gu-feng: The Valley Wind by Arthur Waley Zip, zip the valley wind, Bringing darkness, bringing rain. " Strive to be of one mind; Let there be no anger between you. " He who plucks greens, plucks cabbage Does not judge by the lower parts In my reputation there is no flaw, I am yours till death.
Slowly I take the road, Reluctant at heart Not far, no, near; See, you escort me only to the gateway Who says that sow-thistle is bitter? It is sweeter than shepherd's-purse. You feast your new marriage-kin, As though they were older brothers, were younger brothers.
" It is the Wei that makes the Jing look dirty; Very clear are its shoals. You feast your new relations, And think me no fit company. " Do not break my dam, Do not open my fish-traps. Though for my person you have no regard, At least pity my brood. "
Where the water was deep I rafted it, boated it; Where the water was shallow I swam it, floated it. Whether a thing was to be had or no I strove always to find it. When any of your people were in trouble I went on my knees to help them.
Why do you not cherish me, But rather treat me as an enemy? You have spoilt my value; What is used, no merchant will buy. Once in times of peril, of extremity With you I shared all troubles. But now that you are well-nurtured, well-fed, You treat me as though I were a poison.
I had laid by a good store, Enough to provide against the winter; You feast your new kin, And that provision is eaten up Then you were violent, were enraged, And it gave me great pain. You do not think of the past; It is only anger that is left.
Re: 35. 谷風 - Gu Feng
Gu-feng: The Valley Wind
by Arthur Waley
Zip, zip the valley wind,
Bringing darkness, bringing rain.
" Strive to be of one mind;
Let there be no anger between you. "
He who plucks greens, plucks cabbage
Does not judge by the lower parts
In my reputation there is no flaw,
I am yours till death.
Slowly I take the road,
Reluctant at heart
Not far, no, near;
See, you escort me only to the gateway
Who says that sow-thistle is bitter?
It is sweeter than shepherd's-purse.
You feast your new marriage-kin,
As though they were older brothers, were younger brothers.
" It is the Wei that makes the Jing look dirty;
Very clear are its shoals.
You feast your new relations,
And think me no fit company.
" Do not break my dam,
Do not open my fish-traps.
Though for my person you have no regard,
At least pity my brood. "
Where the water was deep
I rafted it, boated it;
Where the water was shallow
I swam it, floated it.
Whether a thing was to be had or no
I strove always to find it.
When any of your people were in trouble
I went on my knees to help them.
Why do you not cherish me,
But rather treat me as an enemy?
You have spoilt my value;
What is used, no merchant will buy.
Once in times of peril, of extremity
With you I shared all troubles.
But now that you are well-nurtured, well-fed,
You treat me as though I were a poison.
I had laid by a good store,
Enough to provide against the winter;
You feast your new kin,
And that provision is eaten up
Then you were violent, were enraged,
And it gave me great pain.
You do not think of the past;
It is only anger that is left.