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��92. BEREFT OF THEIR LOVE

���Bereft of their love, Huang and Yin, the royal ladies of old, Ranged the banks of Hsiao and Hsiang, south of Tung- ting. -g>y: They wandered by the fathomless waters of the deep* All the world tells the tale of their misery.

Dark is the day, and dismal the clouds;

Demons howl in the fog and infernal spirits whistle in

the rain. Ah, me! What would it avail me if I dared to speak? High heaven shines not, I fear, on the loyalty of my

heart. Clouds gather clouds, — they would roar aloud in anger. Even Yao and Shun ruling, the scepter would pass to

Yui. A king, deprived of his minister, is a dragon turned

to a fish; A minister usurps power, lo! a mouse is become a tiger.

Yao was imprisoned, they say, and Shun died in the open field.

The Nine Hills of Perplexity stand in a row, one re- sembling another —

How could they find the solitary mound of the Double- pupiled One?

The king's daughters cried where the black clouds lowered;

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