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- <h1><font size="-1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Zongzi </font><font size="+1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">粽子</font><font size="-1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><br>
- Qu Yuan </font><font size="+1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">屈原</font><font size="-1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <br>
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- <p><font size="-1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The mood of most of Qu Yuan's poems was one of sorrow and regret. In <em>The Lament</em> he tells his own story. Born to an aristocratic family and taught to honor the great kings of the past, he always tried to live a pure life. He describes the jealousy and greed of the court, the politics and dishonesty of the nobles, and his disappointment in the king.</font></p>
- <p align="center"><font size="-1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><em>The Lament</em> (<em>Li Sao</em> </font><font size="+1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">離騷</font><font size="-1" color="white" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> Lí Sāo)</font></p>
- <blockquote><blockquote><p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">A prince am I of ancestry renowned,<br>
- Illustrious name my royal sire hath found.<br>
- When Sirius did in spring its light display,<br>
- A child was born, and Tiger marked the day.<br>
- When first upon my face my lord's eye glanced,<br>
- For me auspicious names he straight advanced,<br>
- Denoting that in me Heaven's marks divine<br>
- Should with the virtues of the earth combine.<br>
- With lavished innate qualities indued,<br>
- By art and skill my talents I renewed;<br>
- Angelic herbs and sweet selineas too,<br>
- And orchids late that by the water grew,<br>
- I wove for ornament; till creeping Time,<br>
- Like water flowing, stole away my prime.<br>
- Magnolias of the glade I plucked at dawn,<br>
- At eve beside the stream took winter-thorn.<br>
- Without delay the sun and moon sped fast,<br>
- In swift succession spring and autumn passed;<br>
- The fallen flowers lay scattered on the ground,<br>
- The dusk might fall before my dream was found.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Had I not loved my prime and spurned the vile,<br>
- Why should I not have changed my former style?<br>
- My chariot drawn by steeds of race divine<br>
- I urged; to guide the king my sole design.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Three ancient kings there were so pure and true<br>
- That round them every fragrant flower grew;<br>
- Cassia and pepper of the mountain-side<br>
- With melilotus white in clusters vied.<br>
- Two monarchs then, who high renown received,<br>
- Followed the kingly way, their goal achieved.<br>
- Two princes proud by lust their reign abused,<br>
- Sought easier path, and their own steps confused.<br>
- The faction for illict pleasure longed;<br>
- Dreadful their way where hidden perils thronged.<br>
- Danger against myself could not appal,<br>
- But feared I lest my sovereign's sceptre fall.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Forward and back I hastened in my quest,<br>
- Followed the former kings, and took no rest.<br>
- The prince my true integrity defamed,<br>
- Gave ear to slander, high his anger flamed;<br>
- Integrity I knew could not avail,<br>
- Yet still endured; my lord I would not fail.<br>
- Celestial spheres my witness be on high,<br>
- I strove but for his sacred majesty.<br>
- Twas first to me he gave his plighted word,<br>
- But soon repenting other counsel heard.<br>
- For me departure could arouse no pain;<br>
- I grieved to see his royal purpose vain.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Nine fields of orchids at one time I grew,<br>
- For melilot a hundred acres too,<br>
- And fifty acres for the azalea bright,<br>
- The rumex fragrant and the lichen white.<br>
- I longed to see them yielding blossoms rare,<br>
- And thought in season due the spoil to share.<br>
- I did not grieve to see them die away,<br>
- But grieved because midst weeds they did decay.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Insatiable in lust and greediness<br>
- The faction strove, and tired not of excess;<br>
- Themselves condoning, others they'd decry,<br>
- And steep their hearts in envious jealousy.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Insatiably they seized what they desired,<br>
- It was not that to which my heart aspired.<br>
- As old age unrelenting hurried near,<br>
- Lest my fair name should fail was all my fear.<br>
- Dew from magnolia leaves I drank at dawn,<br>
- At eve for food were aster petals borne;<br>
- And loving thus the simple and the fair,<br>
- How should I for my sallow features care?<br>
- With gathered vines I strung valeria white,<br>
- And mixed with blue wistaria petals bright,<br>
- And melilotus matched with cassia sweet,<br>
- With ivy green and tendrils long to meet.<br>
- Life I adapted to the ancient way,<br>
- Leaving the manners of the present day;<br>
- Thus unconforming to the modern age,<br>
- The path I followed of a bygone sage.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Long did I sigh and wipe away my tears,<br>
- To see my people bowed by griefs and fears.<br>
- Though I my gifts enhanced and curbed my pride,<br>
- At morn they'd mock me, would at eve deride;<br>
- First cursed that I angelica should wear,<br>
- Then cursed me for my melilotus fair.<br>
- But since my heart did love such purity,<br>
- I'd not regret a thousand deaths to die.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I marvel at the folly of the king,<br>
- So heedless of his people's suffering.<br>
- They envied me my mothlike eyebrows fine,<br>
- And so my name his damsels did malign.<br>
- Truly to craft alone their praise they paid,<br>
- The square in measuring they disobeyed;<br>
- The use of common rules they held debased;<br>
- With confidence their crooked lines they traced.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">In sadness plunged and sunk in deepest gloom,<br>
- Alone I drove on to my dreary doom.<br>
- In exile rather would I meet my end,<br>
- Than to the baseness of their ways descend.<br>
- Remote the eagle spurns the common range,<br>
- Nor deigns since time began its way to change;<br>
- A circle fits not with a square design;<br>
- Their different ways could not be merged with mine.<br>
- Yet still my heart I checked and curbed my pride,<br>
- Their blame endured and their reproach beside.<br>
- To die for righteousness alone I sought,<br>
- For this was what the ancient sages taught.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I failed my former errors to discern;<br>
- I tarried long, but now I would return.<br>
- My steeds I wheeled back to their former way,<br>
- Lest all too long down the wrong path I stray.<br>
- On orchid-covered bank I loosed my steed,<br>
- And let him gallop by the flow'ry mead<br>
- At will. Rejected now and in disgrace,<br>
- I would retire to cultivate my grace.<br>
- With cress leaves green my simple gown I made,<br>
- With lilies white my rustic garb did braid.<br>
- Why should I grieve to go unrecognised,<br>
- Since in my heart fragrance was truly prized?<br>
- My headdress then high-pinnacled I raised,<br>
- Lengthened my pendents, where bright jewels blazed.<br>
- Others may smirch their fragrance and bright hues,<br>
- My innocence is proof against abuse.<br>
- Oft I looked back, gazed to the distance still,<br>
- Longed in the wilderness to roam at will.<br>
- Splendid my ornaments together vied,<br>
- With all the fragrance of the flowers beside;<br>
- All men had pleasures in their various ways,<br>
- My pleasure was to cultivate my grace.<br>
- I would not change, though they my body rend;<br>
- How could my heart be wrested from its end?</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">My handmaid fair, with countenance demure,<br>
- Entreated me allegiance to abjure:<br>
- "A hero perished in the plain ill-starred,<br>
- Where pigmies stayed their plumage to discard.<br>
- Why lovest thou thy grace and purity,<br>
- Alone dost hold thy splendid virtue high?<br>
- Lentils and weeds the prince's chamber fill:<br>
- Why holdest thou aloof with stubborn will?<br>
- Thou canst not one by one the crowd persuade,<br>
- And who the purpose of our heart hath weighed?<br>
- Faction and strife the world hath ever loved;<br>
- Heeding me not, why standest thou removed?"</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I sought th'ancestral voice to ease my woe.<br>
- Alas, how one so proud could sink so low!<br>
- To barbarous south I went across the stream;<br>
- Before the ancient I began my theme:<br>
- "With odes divine there came a monarch's son,<br>
- Whose revels unrestrained were never done;<br>
- In antics wild, to coming perils blind,<br>
- He fought his brother, and his sway declined.<br>
- The royal archer, in his wanton chase<br>
- For foxes huge, his kingdom did disgrace.<br>
- Such wantonness predicts no happy end;<br>
- His queen was stolen by his loyal friend.<br>
- The traitor's son, clad in prodigious might,<br>
- In incest sinned and cared not what was right.<br>
- He revelled all his days, forgetting all;<br>
- His head at last in treachery did fall.<br>
- And then the prince, who counsels disobeyed,<br>
- Did court disaster, and his kingdom fade.<br>
- A prince his sage in burning cauldrons tossed;<br>
- His glorious dynasty ere long was lost.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">"But stern and pious was their ancient sire,<br>
- And his successor too did faith inspire;<br>
- Exalted were the wise, the able used,<br>
- The rule was kept and never was abused.<br>
- The august heaven, with unbiassed grace,<br>
- All men discerns, and helps the virtuous race;<br>
- Sagacious princes through their virtuous deed<br>
- The earth inherit, and their reigns succeed.<br>
- The past I probed, the future so to scan,<br>
- And found these rules that guide the life of man:<br>
- A man unjust in deed who would engage?<br>
- Whom should men take as guide except the sage?<br>
- In mortal dangers death I have defied,<br>
- Yet could look back, and cast regret aside.<br>
- Who strove, their tool's defects accounting nought,<br>
- Like ancient sages were to cauldrons brought."<br>
- Thus I despaired, my face with sad tears marred,<br>
- Mourning with bitterness my years ill-starred;<br>
- And melilotus leaves I took to stem<br>
- The tears that streamed down to my garment's hem.<br>
- Soiling my gown, to plead my case I kneeled;<br>
- Th'ancestral voice the path to me revealed.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Swift jade-green dragons, birds with plumage gold,<br>
- I harnessed to the whirlwind, and behold,<br>
- At daybreak from the land of plane-trees grey,<br>
- I came to paradise ere close of day.<br>
- I wished within the sacred brove to rest,<br>
- But now the sun was sinking in the west;<br>
- The driver of the sun I bade to stay,<br>
- Ere with the setting rays we haste away.<br>
- The way was long, and wrapped in gloom did seem,<br>
- As I urged on to seek my vanished dream.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The dragons quenched their thirst beside the lake<br>
- Where bathed the sun, whilst I upon the brake<br>
- Fastened my reins; a golden bough I sought<br>
- To brush the sun, and tarred there in sport.<br>
- The pale moon's charioteer I then bade lead,<br>
- The master of the winds swiftly succeed;<br>
- Before, the royal blue bird cleared the way;<br>
- The lord of thunder urged me to delay.<br>
- I bade the phoenix scan the heaven wide;<br>
- But vainly day and night its course it tried;<br>
- The gathering whirlwinds drove it from my sight,<br>
- Rushing with lowering clouds to check my flight;<br>
- Sifting and merging in the firmament,<br>
- Above, below, in various hues they went.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The gate-keeper of heaven I bade give place,<br>
- But leaning on his door he scanned my face;<br>
- The day grew dark, and now was nearly spent;<br>
- Idly my orchids into wreaths I bent.<br>
- The virtuous and the vile in darkness merged;<br>
- They veiled my virtue, by their envy urged.<br>
- At dawn the waters white I left behind;<br>
- My steed stayed by the portals of the wind;<br>
- Yet, gazing back, a bitter grief I felt<br>
- That in the lofty crag no damsel dwelt.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I wandered eastward to the palace green,<br>
- And pendents sought where jasper boughs were seen,<br>
- And vowed that they, before their splendour fade,<br>
- As gift should go to grace the loveliest maid.<br>
- The lord of clouds I then bade mount the sky<br>
- To seek the steam where once the nymph did lie;<br>
- As pledge I gave my belt of splendid sheen,<br>
- My councillor appointed go-between.<br>
- Fleeting and wilful like capricious cloud,<br>
- Her obstinacy swift no change allowed.<br>
- At dusk retired she to the crag withdrawn,<br>
- Her hair beside the stream she washed at dawn.<br>
- Exulting in her beauty and her pride,<br>
- Pleasure she worshipped, and no whim denied;<br>
- So fair of form, so careless of all grace,<br>
- I turned to take another in her place.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">To earth's extremities I sought my bride,<br>
- And urged my train through all the heaven wide.<br>
- Upon a lofty crag of jasper green<br>
- The beauteous princess of the west was seen.<br>
- The falcon then I bade entreat the maid,<br>
- But he, demurring, would my course dissuade;<br>
- The turtle-dove cooed soft and off did fly,<br>
- But I mistrusted his frivolity.<br>
- Like whelp in doubt, like timid fox in fear,<br>
- I wished to go, but wandered ever near.<br>
- With nuptial gifts the phoenix swiftly went;<br>
- I feared the prince had won her ere I sent.<br>
- I longed to travel far, yet with no bourn,<br>
- I could but wander aimless and forlorn.<br>
- Before the young king was in marriage bound,<br>
- The royal sisters twain might still be found;<br>
- My suit was unauspicious at the best;<br>
- I knew I had small hope in my request.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The world is dark, and envious of my grace;<br>
- They veil my virture and the evil praise.<br>
- Thy chamber dark lies in recesses deep,<br>
- Sagacious prince, risest thou not from sleep?<br>
- My zeal unknown the prince would not descry;<br>
- How could I bear this harsh eternity?</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">With mistletoe and herbs of magic worth,<br>
- I urged the witch the future to show forth.<br>
- "If two attain perfection they must meet,<br>
- But who is there that would thy virtue greet?<br>
- Far the nine continents their realm display;<br>
- Why here to seek thy bride doth thou delay?<br>
- Away!" she cried, "set craven doubt aside,<br>
- If beauty's sought, there's none hath with thee vied.<br>
- What place is there where orchids flower not fair?<br>
- Why is thy native land thy single care?</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">"Now darkly lies the world in twilight's glow,<br>
- Who doth your defects and your virtue know?<br>
- Evil and good herein are reconciled;<br>
- The crowd alone hath nought but is defiled.<br>
- With stinking mugwort girt upon their waist,<br>
- They curse the others for their orchids chaste;<br>
- Ignorant thus in choice of fragrance rare,<br>
- Rich ornaments how could they fitly wear?<br>
- With mud and filth they fill their pendent bag;<br>
- Cursing the pepper sweet, they brawl and brag."<br>
- Although the witches counsel I held good,<br>
- In foxlike indecision still I stood.<br>
- At night the wizard great made his descent,<br>
- And meeting him spiced rice I did present.<br>
- The angels came, shading with wings the sky;<br>
- From mountains wild the deities drew nigh.<br>
- With regal splendour shone the solemn sight,<br>
- And thus the wizard spake with omens bright:</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">"Take office high or low as days afford,<br>
- If one there be that could with thee accord;<br>
- Like ancient kings austere who sought their mate,<br>
- Finding the one who should fulfill their fate.<br>
- Now if thy heart doth cherish grace within,<br>
- What need is there to choose a go-between?<br>
- A convict toiled on rocks to expiate<br>
- His crime; his sovereign gave him great estate.<br>
- A butcher with his knife made roundelay;<br>
- His king chanced there and happy proved the day.<br>
- A prince who heard a cowherd chanting late<br>
- Raised him to be a councillor of state.<br>
- Before old age o'ertake thee on thy way,<br>
- Life still is young; to profit turn thy day.<br>
- Spring is but brief, when cuckoos start to sing,<br>
- And flowers will fade that once did spread and spring."</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">On high my jasper pendent proudly gleamed,<br>
- Hid by the crowd with leaves that thickly teemed;<br>
- Untiring they relentless means employed;<br>
- I feared it would through envy be destroyed.<br>
- This gaudy age so fickle proved its will,<br>
- That to what purpose did I linger still?<br>
- E'en orchids changed, their fragrance quickly lost,<br>
- And midst the weeds angelicas were tossed.<br>
- How could these herbs, so fair in former day,<br>
- Their hue have changed, and turned to mugworts grey?<br>
- The reason for their fall, not far to seek,<br>
- Was that to tend their grace their will proved weak.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I thought upon the orchids I might lean;<br>
- No flowers appeared, but long bare leaves were seen;<br>
- Their grace abandoned, vulgar taste to please,<br>
- Content with lesser flowers to dwell at ease.<br>
- To boasts and flattery the pepper turned;<br>
- To fill the pendent bag the dogwood yearned;<br>
- Thus only upon higher stations bent,<br>
- How could they long retain their former scent?<br>
- Since they pursued the fashion of the time,<br>
- Small wonder they decayed e'en in their prime.<br>
- Viewing the orchids' and the peppers' plight<br>
- Why blame the rumex and selinea white?</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">My jasper pendent rare I was beguiled<br>
- To leave, and to this depth then sank defiled.<br>
- It blossomed still and never ceased to grow;<br>
- Like water did its lovely fragrance flow:<br>
- Pleasure I took to wear this bough in sport,<br>
- As roaming wild the damsel fair I sought.<br>
- Thus in my prime, with ornaments bedecked,<br>
- I roved the earth and heaven to inspect.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">With omens bright the seer revealed the way,<br>
- I then appointed an auspicious day.<br>
- As victuals rare some jasper twigs I bore,<br>
- And some prepared, provision rich to store;<br>
- Then winged horses to my chariot brought<br>
- My carriage bright with jade and ivory wrought.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">How might tow hearts at variance accord?<br>
- I roamed till peace be to my mind restored.<br>
- The pillar of the earth I stayed beside;<br>
- The way was long, and winding far and wide.<br>
- In twilight glowed the clouds with wondrous sheen,<br>
- And chirping flew the birds of jasper green.<br>
- I went at dawn high heaven's ford to leave;<br>
- To earth's extremity I came at eve.<br>
- On phoenix wings the dragon pennons lay;<br>
- With plumage bright they flew to lead the way.<br>
- I crossed the quicksand with its treach'rous flood,<br>
- Beside the burning river, red as blood;<br>
- To bridge the stream my dragons huge I bade,<br>
- Invoked the emperor of the west to aid.</font></p>
- <p><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The way was long, precipitous in view;<br>
- I bade my train a different path pursue.<br>
- There where the heaven fell we turned a space,<br>
- And marked the western sea as meeting-place.<br>
- A thousand chariots gathred in my train,<br>
- With axles full abreast we drove amain;<br>
- Eight horses drew the carriages behind;<br>
- The pennons shook like serpents in the wind.<br>
- I lowered flags, and from my whip refrained;<br>
- My train of towering chariots I restrained.<br>
- I sang the odes. I trod a sacred dance,<br>
- In revels wild my last hour to enhance.<br>
- Ascending where celestial heaven blazed,<br>
- On native earth for the last time we gazed;<br>
- My slaves were sad, my steeds all neighed in grief,<br>
- And gazing back, the earth they would not leave.</font></p>
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- Since in that kingdom all my virtue spurn,<br>
- Why should I for the royal city yearn?<br>
- Wide though the world, no wisdom can be found.<br>
- I'll seek the stream where once the sage was drowned</font>.
- <p align="right"><font size="-1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">translated by Yang Hsien-yi and Gladys Yang</font></p>
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