Plain text of Ode 11, Stanzas 1 and 2. The Hsiao Min
The Compassionate God has sent His terrors. Ruin has indeed been sent down, Afflicting us with famine, So that the people are all wandering fugitives. In the settled regions, and on the borders, all is desolation.
The net of calamity is let down;—Devouring insects, who weary and confuse men's minds, Ignorant, oppressive, negligent, Breeders of confusion, utterly perverse:—These are the men employed.