《襄陵操》

呜呼，洪水滔天， 下民愁悲，

上帝愈咨！ 三过吾门不入， 父子道衰。

嗟嗟，不欲烦下民！

Xiang-ling Elegy of the Deluge

Fie, the spate towers o’er the dome on high,

The stricken folk plead on their knees,

O, e’en God laments in solemn cry!

I passed my own house thrice,

Yet entered not, seized of unease,

The bond, twixt sire and son, wanes in a trice.

I shall not vex the folk below,

Nor burden their woe.

Tr. Ziyuzile

25/04/2026

(To be revised)