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In large volume , those flowing waters ,
Go to the court of the sea .
Rapid is that flying falcon ,
Now soaring , now resting .
Alas ! among my brethren ,
My countrymen , my friends ,
No one is willing to think of the prevailing disorder ;
[But] who has not parents [to suffer from it] ?

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 ?