《 诗经 · 魏风 · 硕鼠 》

硕鼠硕鼠，无食我黍！三岁贯女，莫我肯顾。
逝将去女，适彼乐土。乐土乐土，爰得我所。
硕鼠硕鼠，无食我麦！三岁贯女，莫我肯德。
逝将去女，适彼乐国。乐国乐国，爰得我直？
硕鼠硕鼠，无食我苗！三岁贯女，莫我肯劳。
逝将去女，适彼乐郊。乐郊乐郊，谁之永号？

Fat rats

Rats! Rats!

Stop taking away my broomcorn  ！

I could not count on the years spent on laboring -served you

But there still no room left to me as the final resting place

I swear now I will throw you away

And find for myself a holy land as come it will

Holy land! Holy land!

She will give all we want.

Rats! Rats!

Stop taking away my barley

I could not count on the years spent on laboring-served you

But there are only left to me those shit-things

I swear now will throw you away

And find for myself a rose-country as come it will

Rose-country! Rose-country！

There are the huts transferred from sire to son

Rats! Rats!

Stop eating my rice-shoots! 

I could not count on the years spent on laboring- served you.

But you’ve stopped nothing in committing evils.
I swear now I will throw you away

And find cheerful fields for myself as come it will

Cheerful-fields! Cheerful-fields！

Who should be with long-mourning and repeating-howl

Without captive-bonded soul?