Shi Ji Zhuan | ||
The crane cries in the ninth pool of the marsh ,
And her voice is heard in the [distant] wilds .
The fish lies in the deep ,
And now is by the islet .
Pleasant is that garden ,
In which are the sandal trees ;
But beneath them are only withered leaves .
The stones of those hills ,
May be made into grind-stones .
And her voice is heard in the [distant] wilds .
The fish lies in the deep ,
And now is by the islet .
Pleasant is that garden ,
In which are the sandal trees ;
But beneath them are only withered leaves .
The stones of those hills ,
May be made into grind-stones .
The crane cries in the ninth pool of the marsh ,
And her voice is heard in the sky .
The fish is by the islet ,
And now it lies hid in the deep .
Pleasant is that garden ,
In which are the sandal trees ;
But beneath them is the paper-mulberry tree ,
The stones of those hills ,
May be used to polish gems .
And her voice is heard in the sky .
The fish is by the islet ,
And now it lies hid in the deep .
Pleasant is that garden ,
In which are the sandal trees ;
But beneath them is the paper-mulberry tree ,
The stones of those hills ,
May be used to polish gems .
Shi Ji Zhuan | ||