(八)I sought th' ancestral voice to ease my woe. Alas, how one so proud could sink so low! To barbarous south I went across the stream; Before the ancient I began my theme: "With odes divine there came a monarch's son, Whose revels unrestrained were never done; In antics wild, to coming perils blind, He fought his brother, and his sway declined. The royal archer, in his wanton chase For foxes huge, his kingdom did disgrace. Such wantonness predicts no happy end; His queen was stolen by his loyal friend. The traitor's son, clad in prodigious might, In incest sinned and cared not what was right. He reveled all his days, forgetting all; His head at last in treachery did fall. And then the prince, who counsels disobeyed, Did court disaster, and his kingdom fade. A prince his sage in burning cauldrons tossed; His glorious dynasty ere long was lost. But stern and pious was their ancient sire, And his successor too did faith inspire; Exalted were the wise, the able used, The rule was kept and never was abused. The august heaven, with unbiased grace, All men discerns, and helps the virtuous race; Sagacious princes through their virtuous deed The earth inherit, and their reigns succeed. The past I probed, the future so to scan, And found these rules that guide the life of man: A man unjust in deed who would engage? Whom should men take as guide except the sage? In mortal dangers death I have defied, Yet could look back, and cast regret aside. Who strove, their tool's defects accounting nought, Like ancient sages were to cauldrons brought" Thus I despaired, my face with sad tears marred, Mourning with bitterness my years ill-starred; And melilotus leaves I took to stem The tears that streamed down to my garment's hem. (杨宪益、戴乃迭 译)
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