Sû-sû go the feathers of the wild geese, As
they settle on the bushy oaks 1. The king's affairs must not be slackly discharged, And (so) we cannot plant our millets;--What will our parents have to rely on? O thou distant and azure Heaven 2! When shall we be in our places again?
441:1 Trees are not the proper place for geese to rest on; and the attempt to do so is productive of much noise and trouble to the birds. The lines would seem to allude to the hardships of the soldiers' lot, called from their homes to go on a distant expedition.
441:2 See note 2 on ode I of Book vi, where Heaven is appealed to in the same language.