Yi Jing, Oracle of the Moon

神數

“Shen Shu”, Spirit Numbers 169-192

Numbers
1-24
25-48
49-72
73-96
97-120
121-144
145-168
169-192
193-216
217-240
241-264
265-288
289-312
313-336
337-360
361-384

169

Everywhere books about days gone by,
Hardship and danger, coming and going difficulties;
It seems a cool breeze comes up,
A small boat can cross to the distant mountains.

170

Don't sigh about withered flowers,
Blossoms open up on withered trees;
Home of the awakening spring,
Happiness and many smiles.

171

One enterprise turns into emptiness,
One enterprise succeeds happily;
When it looks like you meet an open-minded person,
The heart relies on support and trust.

172

A desire to reach the rabbit in the moon,
Has to be based on the touch of peaches and plums;
In the high mountain a guide arrives,
Double happiness shines on your brows.

173

Matters succeed, don't agonize or worry,
A spring breeze and genuine happiness.
Furthermore a 3 meter fish approaches,
Proud of yourself that you captured a rare fish.

174

Full and again without light,
Without light and again full,
Very lowly and very meticulously you want to socialize,
The time will come when you begin to see the reason.

175

Riding a sick horse,
Along a dangerous slope,
Guarding against a slip and tumble,
You seem to be wasting your time.

176

A few events a day in harmony together,
A small boat and a good wind;
A charming trip, proud of yourself,
Singing in the rapids.

177

White jade covered with dust,
Gold buried in the earth;
Longlasting brillance,
But yet man has to raise them up.

178

Connections with higher ones are not stable,
Connections with lower ones are not harmonious;
Bothering each other and disturbing each other,
Sudden unforeseen trouble.

179

Grinning in the rear,
Moving the middle road is very suitable;
Seeking a place ends promising,
No need to wrinkle the eyebrows.

180

Wan and thin and no-one asks,
In the woods one hears the cuckoo,
A sound of a bamboo flute under the mountain moon,
Thousand miles of tears trickle down.

181

The fragrance of the lining of Water Chestnut and Lotus: great favors,
The spirit of sweet-scented Osmanthus in the right time: new seal and ribbon;
Henceforth a prestige like the lofty mountain Ming Shan,
Rising to the glory of statemanship in a top position.

182

Blossoms falling right when spring comes,
A traveler halfway his journey;
Matters don't yet succeed simply,
Impeded for two or three ten-day periods.

183

A desire to move and yet standing still,
Pacing back and forth endlessly;
Wavering and without vigor,
If you stop then stop.

184

In your heart matters are peaceful,
Socializing is not yet perfect;
Meeting a dragon there is still some auspiciousness,
People will forever reunite with the moon.

185

An inner dream speaks of frontier passes and mountains,
It is difficult to fish under waves;
Benefits and fame in the end are promising,
Right now there is no smile yet.

186

Three arrows open an official rank,
In a matter of days you seek accomplishment;
A lot of free time blathering
Turns into laughter and singing.

187

Stop sentimental attachment,
It is harming the future,
End noisy confusion,
Come out of front entrance and courtyard.

188

Over a great distance high waves calm down,
A whole day leisure in wind and moon,
Benefits and fame unimpeded,
Go on a journey out of the fortified passes.

189

Longing for plums, starving for the pie in the sky,
Endless work of the brain, add to that capturing shadows,
Encountering tigers and dragons,
Forces which might define borders.

190

Matters are confused but the heart is not confused,
Matters are relaxed but the heart is not relaxed;
In a court is a happy and joyous assembly,
Soon coming out of the series of fortified passes.

191

Around midnight crossing without a boat,
Stampeding waves terrify and lash at heaven,
A slanted moon and thin clouds,
Someone passing on a message.

192

Matters seem on hold,
People do not lift their head,
Contact is closed off,
Wishing to see nothing.