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OH, where are you off to sir, with your wine-jug?
Ch'ü P'ing drowned in the Hsiang, Don't be like him!
Hsü Yen plunged into the sea— He was really a fool!
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There are mats of sedge upon your beds, Fish in the bowls.
Your elder brother lives in North Village,
Your eastern neighbour has a young sister-in-law,
Millet and Indian rice grow thick In the fields round the dike,
Flecked with light foam, the cloudy wine Fills all your wine-jars.
Come eat the millet,
Drink the wine
Oh, what are you trying to do!
Why are you rushing wild-haired into the water?
Your brother and the girl are weeping bitter tears.
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