Hidden Bitterness
This poem was written when Qu Yuan was coldly treated by King Huai of Chu and sent to Hanbei，and the poet there expressed his hidden bitterness.
My heart is filled with anxiety that cannot vanish.
I heave a sigh but cannot remove my sorrow at all.
I ruminate over but can't have my heart's content anyway.
I hate the long night that prevented the day from breaking.
Autumn wind is blowing and everything is withered.
Why does it circle round and round to all directions？
Why does the king become so much irritable？
This made me upset and I can hardly bear it.
I wanted to leave away and escape from hometown.
But I calmed down when I saw the people's sufferings.
I want to weave nice lyrics with my honesty and loyalty.
I'm going to present them first to you the king I admire.
You once made an appointment with me before.
According to our primes we are to meet at dusk.
You suddenly changed your mind on the midway nevertheless.
Therefore I was left alone and have to cotton up to others.
You praised the excellence of others to me
You told me all the strong points of others.
What you said fully broke your own promises.
You became irritated with me with no reason.
I want to make a self-confession when you're not busy.
But fear rose up in my heart I did not dare to act rashly.
I'm hesitated but I always want to see you.
It's a pity I waver all the time nevertheless.
I want to make a statement in this mood.
You pretended to be a deaf man anyway.
An upright man never flatters anyone.
Nevertheless I was frequently defamed.
What I said in the past have proofs and evidences.
Couldn't it be that you've already forgotten them？
Why do I love to state outright with honesty？
I'm going to make your image more brilliant.
The three emperors and five lords can be your examples.
But the typical case of Pengxian could be my direction.
Everything can reach the acme of perfection.
A good reputation can go all over the world.
Virtue cultivation relies on one's own efforts.
Good reputation must conform to the reality.
How can a person get things without giving out anything？
How can a person get melons without planting them first？
A little song：
I am going to tell my true story to you.
I am doing it without stop all day long.
You always praise the excellence of others to me.(https://www.daowen.com)
You never show any interest in my case anyway.
Sing：
A bird is flying from the southern region.
It stopped in the north of the Hanshui River.
Its feathers are extremely beautiful indeed.
But It was detained lonely in a foreign area.
I do not have even a single intimate friend.
Worse of all there's no one for introduction.
I am separated too far to be remembered by others.
There isn't any way even I want to introduce myself.
I look at the north mountain with tears streaming down.
Facing the flowing water I express my grief over myself.
The evening scenery of early summer is short.
Why did it seem to be as long as a year anyway？
The way to the capital Ying City is really remote.
In dream I have to walk there nine times a night.
No matter it's a tortuous path or a shortcut，
I only go southward traveling day and night.
I wanted to go there directly.
But unfortunately I am failed.
Why am I so honest and frank，
Others are different with me？
No one can make a satisfactory introduction for me.
But I'm unhurried and I don't know the reason at all.
The end：
The beach is long but the water is shallow.
I chase the waves going forward up stream.
I'm looking far away at the southern area.
I can remove my resentment and sorrow.
The hard rock is extremely peculiar.
I cannot walk as well as I would like.
The road is crooked and winding.
It made me thrown in a dilemma.
I stepped forward with great hesitation.
So I have to put up for the night in Beigu.
I drift from place to place homeless and miserable.
I am hot under the collar and get muddle-headed.
I heaved a sigh with great sorrow.
My soul is flying to remote places.
The road is too far away and the place is remote.
There's no one willing to vent grievances for me.
I always do my utmost to enjoy myself.
I have to adjust the train of my thought.
Is there any one in this world？
Whom I can pour my heart to？