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IN cloak of brocade,
And broidered suit,
How busily you drink and peck,
Feeding your fledglings!
East of the dike, ripe grain lies flattened By wind and rain,
Don't listen to the decoy bird West of the dike!
Men of Chi have woven nets Limpid as air,
Strung them out in the wild fields' Level emerald.
Silken nets spread far and wide, Without shape or shadow,
Run foul of them, your head will wear A scarlet wound.
Who gathered this gay greenery Of moxa leaves?
You cannot guess at the cunning trap Hidden within.
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