 | Hau Kiou choaan |  |
The fifth Brother.
Alas! how shall we return home!
Sorrow hath eaten up and consumed my spirit,
TAI-KANG our brother is the public hatred of the people.
Whither shall I turn myself? To whom
shall I suppliant flee for succour?
Grief hath descended into my heart, more deeply than I am able to bear!
I am grieved to my inmost soul! my countenance
Is overwhelmed with shame! My heart wasteth away with anguish!
But this I suffer deservedly, in that I turned aside from the path of uprightness;
Neither did follow virtue as my guide.
But it is too late to lament, and weep for the time that is past away.
Sorrow hath eaten up and consumed my spirit,
TAI-KANG our brother is the public hatred of the people.
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Grief hath descended into my heart, more deeply than I am able to bear!
I am grieved to my inmost soul! my countenance
Is overwhelmed with shame! My heart wasteth away with anguish!
But this I suffer deservedly, in that I turned aside from the path of uprightness;
Neither did follow virtue as my guide.
But it is too late to lament, and weep for the time that is past away.
| Hau Kiou choaan | |