小xiǎo雅yǎ·鹿lù鸣míng之zhī什shén

16-1

呦yōu呦yōu鹿lù鸣míng，食shí野yě之zhī𬞟pín。我wó有yǒu嘉jiā宾bīn，鼓gǔ瑟sè吹chuī笙shēng。吹chuī笙shēng鼓gǔ簧huáng，承chéng筐kuāng是shì将jiāng。人rén之zhī好háo我wǒ，示shì我wǒ周zhōu行xíng。呦yōu呦yōu鹿lù鸣míng，食shí野yě之zhī蒿hāo。我wó有yǒu嘉jiā宾bīn，德dé音yīn孔kǒng昭zhāo。视shì民mín不bù恌tiāo，君jūn子zǐ是shì则zé是shì傚xiào。我wó有yóu旨zhí酒jiǔ，嘉jiā宾bīn式shì燕yàn以yǐ敖áo。呦yōu呦yōu鹿lù鸣míng，食shí野yě之zhī芩qín。我wó有yǒu嘉jiā宾bīn，鼓gǔ瑟sè鼓gǔ琴qín。鼓gǔ瑟sè鼓gǔ琴qín，和hé乐lè且qiě湛zhàn。我wó有yóu旨zhí酒jiǔ，以yǐ燕yàn乐lè嘉jiā宾bīn之zhī心xīn。

Yōu-yōu cry the deer, Nibbling the wild southernwood. I have honoured guests — We play the lute, we blow the organ. We blow the organ, we strike the reeds, We present the baskets of gift. The people who love me — They show me the right way. Yōu-yōu cry the deer, Nibbling the wild sage. I have honoured guests — Their virtuous fame is bright. They show the people no frivolity — The noble man takes them as his model. I have sweet wine — My honoured guests feast and rejoice. Yōu-yōu cry the deer, Nibbling the wild asparagus. I have honoured guests — We play the lute, we play the zither. We play the lute, we play the zither — In harmony and deepest joy. I have sweet wine — To feast and gladden the hearts of my honoured guests.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

16-2

四sì牡mǔ𬴂fēi𬴂fēi，周zhōu道dào倭wō迟chí。岂qǐ不bù怀huái归guī？王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，我wǒ心xīn伤shāng悲bēi。四sì牡mǔ𬴂fēi𬴂fēi，啴chán啴chǎn骆luò马mǎ。岂qǐ不bù怀huái归guī？王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù遑huáng启qǐ处chù。翩piān翩piān者zhě鵻zhuī，载zài飞fēi载zài下xià，集jí于yú苞bāo栩xǔ。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù遑huáng将jiāng父fù。翩piān翩piān者zhě鵻zhuī，载zài飞fēi载zài止zhǐ，集jí于yú苞bāo杞qǐ。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù遑huáng将jiāng母mǔ。驾jià彼bǐ四sì骆luò，载zài骤zhòu骎qīn骎qīn。岂qǐ不bù怀huái归guī？是shì用yòng作zuò歌gē，将jiāng母mǔ来lái谂shěn。

Four steeds untiring, The great road winds and bends. How can I not long to return? The king's affairs press hard — My heart is full of grief. Four steeds untiring, The white-maned horses pant. How can I not long to return? The king's affairs press hard — I find no time to rest. Flits the dove, flits it so, Now on the wing, now dropping down, Alighting on the clustering oak. The king's affairs press hard — I find no time to tend my father. Flits the dove, flits it so, Now on the wing, now at rest, Alighting on the clustering tamarisk. The king's affairs press hard — I find no time to tend my mother. I harness those four white-maned steeds, They gallop, swift and fleet. How can I not long to return? Therefore I make this song — To tell my mother of my longing.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

16-3

皇huáng皇huáng者zhě华huá，于yú彼bǐ原yuán隰xí。𬳽shēn𬳽shēn征zhēng夫fū，每měi怀huái靡mí及jí。我wó马mǎ维wéi驹jū，六liù辔pèi如rú濡rú。载zài驰chí载zài驱qū，周zhōu爰yuán谘zī诹zōu。我wó马mǎ维wéi骐qí，六liù辔pèi如rú丝sī。载zài驰chí载zài驱qū，周zhōu爰yuán谘zī谋móu。我wó马mǎ维wéi骆luò，六liù辔pèi沃wò若ruò。载zài驰chí载zài驱qū，周zhōu爰yuán谘zī度dù。我wó马mǎ维wéi骃yīn，六liù辔pèi既jì均jūn。载zài驰chí载zài驱qū，周zhōu爰yuán谘zī询xún。

Bright, bright are those flowers, On those plains and low grounds. Speed, speed the wayfarers, Their hearts full of anxious thought. My horses are young, The six reins drip wet. We drive fast, we haste — We seek counsel everywhere. My horses are piebald, The six reins like silk. We drive fast, we haste — We seek counsel and plan everywhere. My horses are white-maned, The six reins glossy and bright. We drive fast, we haste — We seek counsel and consider everywhere. My horses are grey, The six reins all even. We drive fast, we haste — We seek counsel and inquire everywhere.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

16-4

常cháng棣dì之zhī华huá，鄂è不bù韡wéi韡wěi。凡fán今jīn之zhī人rén，莫mò如rú兄xiōng弟dì。死sǐ丧sàng之zhī威wēi，兄xiōng弟dì孔kǒng怀huái。原yuán隰xí裒póu矣yǐ，兄xiōng弟dì求qiú矣yǐ。脊jí令lìng在zài原yuán，兄xiōng弟dì急jí难nán。每méi有yǒu良liáng朋péng，况kuàng也yé永yǒng叹tàn。兄xiōng弟dì阋xì于yú墙qiáng，外wài御yù其qí务wù。每méi有yǒu良liáng朋péng，蒸zhēng也yě无wú戎róng。丧sàng乱luàn既jì平píng，既jì安ān且qiě宁níng。虽suī有yǒu兄xiōng弟dì，不bù如rú友yǒu生shēng。傧bīn尔ěr笾biān豆dòu，饮yín酒jiǔ之zhī饫yù。兄xiōng弟dì既jì具jù，和hé乐lè且qiě孺rú。妻qī子zí好hǎo合hé，如rú鼓gǔ瑟sè琴qín。兄xiōng弟dì既jì翕xī，和hé乐lè且qiě湛zhàn。宜yí尔ěr室shì家jiā，乐lè尔ěr妻qī孥nú。是shì究jiū是shì图tú，亶dǎn其qí然rán乎hū。

The blossoms of the cherry-apple, Are they not gorgeous? Of all the men of the present day, None are like brothers. In the terror of death and bereavement, Brothers take thought of each other. The plains and low grounds are heaped with the dead — Brothers seek one another out. The wagtail is on the moor — Brothers hurry to the rescue. Though there be good friends — They can only heave a long sigh. Brothers may quarrel within the walls — But outside, they resist the foe. Though there be good friends — They will not come to the rescue. Trouble and tumult are past, Peace and quiet restored. Though there be brothers — They are not as friends. Set out your dishes and cups, Drink your fill at the feast. The brothers are all assembled — In harmony and family love. Wife and children in happy union — Like the lute and zither played together. Brothers in concord — In harmony and deepest joy. Order your household well, Rejoice in your wife and children. Look into this, think on it — Is it not truly so?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

16-5

伐fá木mù丁dīng丁dīng，鸟niǎo鸣míng嘤yīng嘤yīng。出chū自zì幽yōu谷gǔ，迁qiān于yú乔qiáo木mù。嘤yīng其qí鸣míng矣yǐ，求qiú其qí友yǒu声shēng。相xiāng彼bí鸟niáo矣yǐ，犹yóu求qiú友yǒu声shēng。矧shěn伊yī人rén矣yǐ，不bù求qiú友yǒu生shēng。神shén之zhī听tīng之zhī，终zhōng和hé且qiě平píng。伐fá木mù许xú许xǔ，酾shāi酒jiú有yǒu藇xù。既jì有yǒu肥féi羜zhù，以yǐ速sù诸zhū父fù。宁níng适shì不bù来lái？微wēi我wǒ弗fú顾gù。于yú粲càn洒sǎ埽sào，陈chén馈kuì八bā簋guǐ。既jì有yǒu肥féi牡mǔ，以yǐ速sù诸zhū舅jiù。宁níng适shì不bù来lái？微wēi我wó有yǒu咎jiù。伐fá木mù于yú坂bǎn，酾shāi酒jiú有yóu衍yǎn，笾biān豆dòu有yǒu践jiàn，兄xiōng弟dì无wú远yuǎn。民mín之zhī失shī德dé，干qián糇hóu以yǐ愆qiān。有yóu酒jiǔ湑xū我wǒ，无wú酒jiǔ酤gū我wǒ。坎kán坎kán鼓gú我wǒ，蹲dūn蹲dūn舞wú我wǒ。迨dài我wǒ暇xiá矣yǐ！饮yín此cǐ湑xū矣yǐ！

On the trees go the blows kăng-kăng; And the birds cry out ying-ying. One issues from the dark valley, And removes to the lofty tree. Ying goes its cry, Seeking with its voice its companion. Look at the bird, Bird as it is, seeking with its voice its companion; And shall a man Not seek to have his friends? Spiritual beings will then hearken to him; He shall have harmony and peace.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

16-6

天tiān保bǎo定dìng尔ěr，亦yì孔kǒng之zhī固gù。俾bí尔ěr单dān厚hòu，何hé福fú不bù除chú？俾bí尔ěr多duō益yì，以yǐ莫mò不bú庶shù。天tiān保bǎo定dìng尔ěr，俾bí尔ér戬jián谷gǔ。罄qìng无wú不bù宜yí，受shòu天tiān百bǎi禄lù。降jiàng尔ěr遐xiá福fú，维wéi日rì不bù足zú。天tiān保bǎo定dìng尔ěr，以yǐ莫mò不bú兴xìng！如rú山shān如rú阜fù，如rú冈gāng如rú陵líng。如rú川chuān之zhī方fāng至zhì，以yǐ莫mò不bù增zēng。吉jí蠲juān为wèi饎chì，是shì用yòng孝xiào享xiǎng。禴yuè祠cí烝zhēng尝cháng，于yú公gōng先xiān王wáng。君jūn曰yuē卜bo尔ěr，万wàn寿shòu无wú疆jiāng！神shén之zhī吊diào矣yǐ，诒yí尔ěr多duō福fú。民mín之zhī质zhì矣yǐ，日rì用yòng饮yǐn食shí。群qún黎lí百bǎi姓xìng，徧biàn为wèi尔ěr德dé。如rú月yuè之zhī恒héng，如rú日rì之zhī升shēng。如rú南nán山shān之zhī寿shòu，不bù骞qiān不bù崩bēng。如rú松sōng柏bǎi之zhī茂mào，无wú不bù尔ěr或huò承chéng。

Heaven protects and establishes thee, With the greatest security; Makes thee entirely virtuous. That thou mayest enjoy every happiness; Grants thee much increase, So that thou hast all in abundance. Heaven protects and establishes thee. It grants thee all excellence, So that thine every matter is right, And thou receivest every Heavenly favour. It sends down to thee long-during happiness, Which the days are not sufficient to enjoy. Heaven protects and establishes thee, So that in everything thou dost prosper. Like the high hills and the mountain masses, Like the topmost ridges and the greatest bulks, Like the stream ever coming on, Such is thine increase. With happy auspices and purifications thou bringest the offerings, And dost filially present them, In spring, summer, autumn, and winter, To the dukes and former kings; And they say, 'We give to thee myriads of years, duration unlimited.' The spirits come, And confer on thee many blessings. The people are simple and honest, Daily enjoying their meat and drink. All the black-haired race, in all their surnames, Universally practise thy virtue. Like the moon advancing to the full, Like the sun ascending the heavens, Like the everlasting southern hills, Never waning, never falling, Like the luxuriance of the fir and the cypress;— May such be thy succeeding line!

Legge · 1879 · public domain

16-7

采cǎi薇wēi采cǎi薇wēi，薇wēi亦yì作zuò止zhǐ。曰yuē归guī曰yuē归guī，岁suì亦yì莫mò止zhǐ。靡mí室shì靡mí家jiā，𤞤xián狁yǔn之zhī故gù。不bù遑huáng启qǐ居jū，𤞤xián狁yǔn之zhī故gù。采cǎi薇wēi采cǎi薇wēi，薇wēi亦yì柔róu止zhǐ。曰yuē归guī曰yuē归guī，心xīn亦yì忧yōu止zhǐ。忧yōu心xīn烈liè烈liè，载zài饥jī载zài渴kě。我wǒ戍shù未wèi定dìng，靡mí使shǐ归guī聘pìn。采cǎi薇wēi采cǎi薇wēi，薇wēi亦yì刚gāng止zhǐ。曰yuē归guī曰yuē归guī，岁suì亦yì阳yáng止zhǐ。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，不bù遑huáng启qǐ处chù。忧yōu心xīn孔kǒng疚jiù，我wǒ行xíng不bù来lái。彼bí尔ěr维wéi何hé？维wéi常cháng之zhī华huá。彼bǐ路lù斯sī何hé？君jūn子zǐ之zhī车chē。戎róng车chē既jì驾jià，四sì牡mǔ业yè业yè。岂qí敢gǎn定dìng居jū？一yí月yuè三sān捷jié。驾jià彼bǐ四sì牡mǔ，四sì牡mǔ骙kuí骙kuí。君jūn子zí所suǒ依yī，小xiǎo人rén所suǒ腓féi。四sì牡mǔ翼yì翼yì，象xiàng弭mǐ鱼yú服fú。岂qǐ不bú日rì戒jiè，𤞤xián狁yún孔kǒng棘jí！昔xī我wó往wáng矣yǐ，杨yáng柳liǔ依yī依yī。今jīn我wǒ来lái思sī，雨yú雪xuě霏fēi霏fēi。行háng道dào迟chí迟chí，载zài渴kě载zài饥jī。我wǒ心xīn伤shāng悲bēi，莫mò知zhī我wǒ哀āi！

Gather the vetch, gather the vetch, The vetch has sprung up. We say we will return, we say we will return — The year is drawing to its close. No wife, no home — Because of the Xian-yun. We have no time to rest — Because of the Xian-yun. Gather the vetch, gather the vetch, The vetch is soft and tender. We say we will return — My heart is full of grief. My sorrow is fierce and burning, I hunger, I thirst. Our garrison is not yet fixed — No one can be sent home with a message. Gather the vetch, gather the vetch, The vetch is hard and stiff. We say we will return — The year is in its tenth month. The king's affairs press hard — I find no time to rest. My heart is full of bitter pain — I came here, but none will come to me. What is that in bloom? It is the blossoms of the cherry-tree. What is that on the road? It is the carriage of our lord. The war-cars are harnessed, Four stallions, tall and strong. How can we settle down? In one month, three battles. We harness those four stallions, Four steeds, strong and grand. The noble man leans upon them, The footman follows behind. Four steeds in steady order, Bow-tips of horn and quivers of fish-skin. How can we fail to be daily on guard? The Xian-yun are very swift! Long ago, when we set out, The willows were fresh and green. Now, when I return, The rain and snow fall thick. The road is long and slow, I hunger, I thirst. My heart is full of grief — But none knows my sorrow!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

16-8

我wǒ出chū我wǒ车chē，于yú彼bǐ牧mù矣yǐ。自zì天tiān子zi所suǒ，谓wèi我wǒ来lái矣yǐ。召zhào彼bǐ仆pú夫fū，谓wèi之zhī载zài矣yǐ。王wáng事shì多duō难nán，维wéi其qí棘jí矣yǐ。我wǒ出chū我wǒ车chē，于yú彼bǐ郊jiāo矣yǐ。设shè此cǐ旐zhào矣yǐ，建jiàn彼bǐ旄máo矣yǐ。彼bǐ旟yú旐zhào斯sī，胡hú不bú斾pèi斾pèi？忧yōu心xīn悄qiāo悄qiāo，仆pú夫fū况kuàng瘁cuì。王wáng命mìng南nán仲zhòng，往wǎng城chéng于yú方fāng。出chū车chē彭péng彭péng，旗qí旐zhào央yāng央yāng。天tiān子zi命mìng我wǒ，城chéng彼bǐ朔shuò方fāng。赫hè赫hè南nán仲zhòng，𤞤xián狁yǔn于yú襄xiāng。昔xī我wó往wáng矣yǐ，黍shǔ稷jì方fāng华huá。今jīn我wǒ来lái思sī，雨yú雪xuě载zài涂tú。王wáng事shì多duō难nán，不bù遑huáng启qǐ居jū。岂qǐ不bù怀huái归guī？畏wèi此cí简jiǎn书shū。喓yāo喓yāo草cǎo虫chóng，趯tì趯tì阜fù螽zhōng。未wèi见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，忧yōu心xīn忡chōng忡chōng。既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，我wǒ心xīn则zé降jiàng。赫hè赫hè南nán仲zhòng，薄báo伐fá西xī戎róng。春chūn日rì迟chí迟chí，卉huì木mù萋qī萋qī。仓cāng庚gēng喈jiē喈jiē，采cǎi蘩fán祁qí祁qí。执zhí讯xùn获huò丑chǒu，薄báo言yán还hái归guī。赫hè赫hè南nán仲zhòng，𤞤xián狁yǔn于yú夷yí。

I bring out my carriage, On the pasture-land. From the Son of Heaven's dwelling, I am bidden to come. I call the driver, And bid him yoke the team. The king's affairs are full of trouble — And all is urgent. I bring out my carriage, In the open country. We set up the serpent-banner, We raise the yak-tail flag. Those banners and those flags — Why do they not stream? My heart is full of secret care — The driver is worn and spent. The king commands Nan-zhong, To build the wall at Fang. The war-cars go rumbling out, The banners glowing bright. The Son of Heaven bids me Build the wall in the north. Illustrious Nan-zhong — The Xian-yun are subdued. Long ago, when we set out, The millet was in bloom. Now, when I return, The rain and snow choke the road. The king's affairs are full of trouble — We find no time to rest. How can we fail to long for home? We fear the bonds of the bamboo-slip command. Yōu-yōu cry the grasshoppers, Chirp-chirp the locusts. I have not seen my lord, My heart is full of sorrow. Now that I see my lord, My heart is at rest. Illustrious Nan-zhong — He smites the western Rong. The spring days draw long, Trees and shrubs are lush. The golden orioles cry, jie-jie, They gather the white southernwood, in crowds. We take the captives and the chieftains, And make our way home. Illustrious Nan-zhong — The Xian-yun are destroyed.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

16-9

有yǒu杕dì之zhī杜dù，有yǒu睆huàn其qí实shí。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，继jì嗣sì我wǒ日rì。日rì月yuè阳yáng止zhǐ，女nǚ心xīn伤shāng止zhǐ，征zhēng夫fū遑huáng止zhǐ。有yǒu杕dì之zhī杜dù，其qí叶yè萋qī萋qī。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，我wǒ心xīn伤shāng悲bēi。卉huì木mù萋qī止zhǐ，女nǚ心xīn悲bēi止zhǐ，征zhēng夫fū归guī止zhǐ。陟zhì彼bí北běi山shān，言yán采cǎi其qí杞qǐ。王wáng事shì靡mí盬gǔ，忧yōu我wǒ父fù母mǔ。檀tán车chē𪩷chán𪩷chǎn，四sì牡mú痯guán痯guǎn，征zhēng夫fū不bù远yuǎn。匪fěi载zài匪fěi来lái，忧yōu心xīn孔kǒng疚jiù。期qī逝shì不bú至zhì，而ér多duō为wèi恤xù。卜bǔ筮shì偕xié止zhǐ，会huì言yán近jìn止zhǐ，征zhēng夫fū迩ér止zhǐ。

They have not packed up, they do not come. My sorrowing heart is greatly distressed. The time is past, and he is not here, To the multiplication of my sorrows. Both by the tortoise-shell and the reeds have I divined, And they unite in saying he is near. My warrior is at hand.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

16-10

鱼yú丽lì于yú罶liǔ，鲿cháng鲨shā。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，旨zhí且qiě多duō。鱼yú丽lì于yú罶liǔ，鲂fáng鳢lǐ。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，多duō且qié旨zhǐ。鱼yú丽lì于yú罶liǔ，𫚢yán鲤lǐ。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，旨zhí且qié有yǒu。物wù其qí多duō矣yǐ，维wéi其qí嘉jiā矣yǐ。物wù其qí旨zhí矣yǐ，维wéi其qí偕xié矣yǐ。物wù其qí有yóu矣yǐ，维wéi其qí时shí矣yǐ。

The fish are in the weir — The yellow-jaw and the shark. The noble man has wine — Delicious and abundant. The fish are in the weir — The bream and the snake-head. The noble man has wine — Abundant and delicious. The fish are in the weir — The tench and the carp. The noble man has wine — Delicious and plentiful. The things are many — And they are good. The things are delicious — And they are together. The things are plentiful — And they are in season.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated