| Multiple poems at a time |
In large volume, those flowing waters,
Roll on their swollen flood.
Rapid is that flying falcon,
Now soaring, now rising higher.
When I think of those lawless men,
Now I rise up, now I walk about.
The sorrow of my heart,
Cannot be repressed nor forgotten.
Rapid is that flying falcon,
Yet he keeps along the middle of the height.
The talk of the people, --
Is there no means of stopping it?
If my friends would reverently [watch over themselves],
Would slanderous speeches be made?
【Source】 The English translation text was taken from The Chinese Classics, vol. 4 by James Legge (1898) and checked against a reprinted edition by Wen Zhi Zhe chu pan she (Taiwan, 1971).