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The Far-Flung Parting—of old there were the two daughters of Yao, Huang and Ying, dwelling south of Dongting, by the banks of the Xiao and Xiang.

The sea descends straight down ten thousand li, fathomless; who could not speak of the bitterness of such parting?

The sun is doleful, the clouds are dark; gibbons cry amid the smoke, and ghosts howl in the rain.

Though I speak of it, what could it mend? I secretly fear that the august vault of Heaven does not shine upon my loyalty.

The clouds billow and seem ready to roar in anger; even Yao and Shun, confronted with this, would abdicate in favor of Yu.

When a ruler loses his minister, the dragon becomes a fish; when power returns to the minister, the rat changes into a tiger.

Some say Yao was imprisoned and Shun died in the wilderness; Wei Xu moved, and Heaven’s eye saw all.

The Nine Doubtless Mountains stretch on, all seeming alike—what, in the end, is the solitary tomb of the Double-Pupiled One?

The emperor’s daughters weep amid the green clouds; borne away by wind and waves, they depart and never return.

Though I speak of it, what could it mend? Wei Xu moved, and Heaven’s eye saw all.

Mourning, I gaze into the distance and see the deep mountains of Cangwu.

When Mount Cangwu collapses and the Xiang River runs dry, only then may the tears upon the bamboo be erased.

In a golden goblet, clear wine worth ten thousand coins a dipper; on a jade plate, rare delicacies worth ten thousand in cash.

I stop my cup and toss aside my chopsticks, unable to eat; I draw my sword and look around—the heart is bewildered.

I would cross the Yellow River, but ice blocks the stream; I would climb Mount Taihang, but snow fills the mountains.

Wei Xu moved, and Heaven’s eye saw all; ice sealed the well’s spring, while moonlight entered the inner chamber.

At leisure, I once fished above the emerald stream; suddenly I again dreamed of riding a boat toward the sun’s edge.

The road is hard! The road is hard! So many branching paths—where am I to go now?

In the twelfth month, a pensive wife in Youzhou; Wei Xu moved, and Heaven’s eye saw all.

One day the long wind will break the waves; I shall hang my straight cloud-sail and cross the boundless sea.