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A Far-Fetched Farewell—of old there were the two daughters of Yao, Ehuang and Nüying, dwelling south of Dongting, by the banks of the Xiao and Xiang.
The sea descends straight down ten thousand li, so who would not speak of the anguish of this parting?
The sun is mournful, the clouds are dark; gibbons cry amid the smoke, and ghosts howl in the rain.
Though I speak of it, what can it mend? I secretly fear that Heaven’s vault does not behold my loyalty.
The clouds gather heavily, as though about to roar in anger; even Yao and Shun, faced with this, would abdicate in favor of Yu.
When a ruler loses his ministers, dragons become fish; when power returns to the ministers, mice turn into tigers.
Some say that Yao was imprisoned and Shun died in the wilderness; Wei Xu moved the heavenly eye and attained divine vision.
The Nine Doubts stretch on, all resembling one another; what, in the end, is that 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 can it mend? Wei Xu moved the heavenly eye and attained divine vision.
I lament and weep as I gaze into the distance, seeing 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.