詩 經 Shi Jing – Le Canon des Poèmes

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Voici que gronde le tonnerre
à l'adret des monts du midi !
Pourquoi donc reste-t-il au loin ?
n'ose-t-il prendre du loisir ?
Ô mon bon, ô mon bon seigneur,
oh ! viens-t'en donc ! oh ! viens-t'en donc !

Granet XIV.

Grandly rolls the thunder,
On the south of the southern hill !
How was it he went away from this,
Not daring to take a little rest ?
My noble lord !
May he return ! May he return !

Grandly rolls the thunder,
About the sides of the southern hill !
How was it he went away from this,
Not daring to take a little rest ?
My noble lord !
May he return ! May he return !

Grandly rolls the thunder,
At the foot of the southern hill !
How was it he went away from this,
Not remaining a little at rest ?
My noble lord !
May he return ! May he return !

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