孔夫子

孔夫子

千古誰識奎星閣，嘆鳳傷麟苦事多。
斯文不懼奔波遠，道窮豈敢忘弦歌。

To Confucius

Who now recalls the ancient Master's hall,
Where he wept to see an age's fall?
Though righteousness may strive in vain,
The Way grows dim, yet songs remain.

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