The three bonds begin with husband and wife,
A great principle matching heaven and earth.
People fail to see the reason,
Human desires surge like a flooding river.
The hexagram favors the mare,
The Book of Songs praises the turtledoves.
One yin and one yang,
Every thing has its mate.
Reaching out to warn against drowning in lust,
Speaking out, ashamed of inner depravity.
Are human ways those of beasts and birds?
Now they are not even thus.
Open plunder in broad daylight,
Is there any human shame left?
Lately, the six directions are in chaos,
No limit between horse and ox in the wind.
Yan maidens and Yue girls,
Graceful dances and clear songs.
Doubled, quintupled, tenfold, a hundredfold,
Only seeking to satisfy their desires.
A single spark of lustful fire,
Blazes fiercely, burning woods and hills.
Great bonds are cast aside,
Small ones also breed blame and resentment.
Six resemblances and five pairs,
Overthrow and ruin never cease.
The bed mat holds pitfalls,
Conversation and laughter hide spears.
Heaven-endowed nature is thus destroyed,
Those of same breath may become enemies.
Slanderous words confuse black and white,
Flesh and bone turn into deep hatred.
I often regret the Crown Prince of Gong,
His heavenly disposition was too gentle.
If matters were clear, decisions would be easy,
Why must one pass through a sullied ditch?
He is not like the son of Ting,
Who excelled in talent during upheaval.
A filial son completes his father's virtue,
How could that be mutual jealousy and enmity?
The family hexagram turns to alienation,
Two daughters' wills do not accord.
A family has but three close bonds,
Kindness and duty are originally intertwined.
Once the heavenly bond is loosened,
Dispersion follows and cannot be gathered.
The path to the hall is severed,
Only deepening the worry of nurturing.
The Minister of Education long without office,
Lacking far-sighted plans to order the world.
Two thousand years of makeshift repairs,
Leaving my heart in endless sorrow.