小xiǎo雅yǎ·南nán有yǒu嘉jiā鱼yú之zhī什shén

17-1

南nán有yǒu嘉jiā鱼yú，烝zhēng然rán罩zhào罩zhào。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，嘉jiā宾bīn式shì燕yàn以yǐ乐lè。南nán有yǒu嘉jiā鱼yú，烝zhēng然rán汕shàn汕shàn。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，嘉jiā宾bīn式shì燕yàn以yǐ衎kàn。南nán有yǒu樛jiū木mù，甘gān瓠hù累léi之zhī。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，嘉jiā宾bīn式shì燕yàn绥suī之zhī。翩piān翩piān者zhě鵻zhuī，烝zhēng然rán来lái思sī。君jūn子zí有yóu酒jiǔ，嘉jiā宾bīn式shì燕yàn又yòu思sī。

In the south are fine fish — They dart and dip beneath the nets. The noble man has wine — His honoured guests feast and rejoice. In the south are fine fish — They dart and dip in the trap. The noble man has wine — His honoured guests feast and are glad. In the south are the drooping trees, The sweet gourd twines about them. The noble man has wine — His honoured guests feast and are at peace. Flits the dove, flits it so — It comes in great numbers. The noble man has wine — His honoured guests feast and gather again.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-2

南nán山shān有yǒu台tái，北běi山shān有yǒu莱lái。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，邦bāng家jiā之zhī基jī。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，万wàn寿shòu无wú期qī。南nán山shān有yǒu桑sāng，北běi山shān有yǒu杨yáng。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，邦bāng家jiā之zhī光guāng。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，万wàn寿shòu无wú疆jiāng。南nán山shān有yóu杞qǐ，北běi山shān有yóu李lǐ。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，民mín之zhī父fù母mǔ。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，德dé音yīn不bù已yǐ。南nán山shān有yóu栲kǎo，北běi山shān有yóu杻chǒu。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，遐xiá不bù眉méi寿shòu。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，德dé音yīn是shì茂mào。南nán山shān有yóu枸gǒu，北běi山shān有yǒu楰yú。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，遐xiá不bù黄huáng耇gǒu。乐lè只zhǐ君jūn子zǐ，保bǎo艾ài尔ěr后hòu。

On the southern hill is the spear-grass, On the northern hill the goosefoot. Joyful is the noble man — The foundation of the state. Joyful is the noble man — May he live ten thousand years without end! On the southern hill is the mulberry, On the northern hill the willow. Joyful is the noble man — The glory of the state. Joyful is the noble man — May he live ten thousand years for ever! On the southern hill is the medlar, On the northern hill the plum. Joyful is the noble man — The father and mother of the people. Joyful is the noble man — May his virtuous fame never cease! On the southern hill is the ailanthus, On the northern hill the celtis. Joyful is the noble man — Why should he not live to hoary age? Joyful is the noble man — May his virtuous fame flourish! On the southern hill is the grape-vine, On the northern hill the birch. Joyful is the noble man — Why should he not live to a good old age? Joyful is the noble man — May he protect and bless his posterity!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-3

蓼liáo彼bǐ萧xiāo斯sī，零líng露lù湑xū兮xī。既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，我wǒ心xīn写xiě兮xī。燕yàn笑xiào语yǔ兮xī，是shì以yí有yǒu誉yù处chù兮xī。蓼liáo彼bǐ萧xiāo斯sī，零líng露lù瀼ráng瀼ráng。既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，为wèi龙lóng为wèi光guāng。其qí德dé不bù爽shuǎng，寿shòu考kǎo不bú忘wàng。蓼liáo彼bǐ萧xiāo斯sī，零líng露lù泥ní泥ní。既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，孔kǒng燕yàn岂qǐ弟dì。宜yí兄xiōng宜yí弟dì，令lìng德dé寿shòu岂qǐ。蓼liáo彼bǐ萧xiāo斯sī，零líng露lù浓nóng浓nóng。既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，鞗tiáo革gé忡chōng忡chōng。和hé鸾luán雝yōng雝yōng，万wàn福fú攸yōu同tóng。

Long are the mugwort leaves, The falling dew is heavy. Now that I see my lord, My heart is at ease. We feast and laugh and talk — Therefore we have praise and rest. Long are the mugwort leaves, The falling dew is thick. Now that I see my lord, I am honoured and glorious. His virtue is without flaw — May he live to a good old age and not be forgotten! Long are the mugwort leaves, The falling dew is wet. Now that I see my lord, In great feasting, kind and glad. Right for brother, right for brother — In good virtue, long and happy! Long are the mugwort leaves, The falling dew is dense. Now that I see my lord, The bit-and-bridle ornaments tinkling. The bells and the sounding-blocks harmonious — All blessings are gathered here.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-4

湛zhàn湛zhàn露lù斯sī，匪fěi阳yáng不bù晞xī。厌yàn厌yàn夜yè饮yǐn，不bú醉zuì无wú归guī。湛zhàn湛zhàn露lù斯sī，在zài彼bǐ丰fēng草cǎo。厌yàn厌yàn夜yè饮yǐn，在zài宗zōng载zài考kǎo。湛zhàn湛zhàn露lù斯sī，在zài彼bí杞qǐ棘jí。显xián允yǔn君jūn子zǐ，莫mò不bú令lìng德dé。其qí桐tóng其qí椅yǐ，其qí实shí离lí离lí。岂qǐ弟dì君jūn子zǐ，莫mò不bú令lìng仪yí。

Heavy, heavy lies the dew, It dries not till the sun comes forth. Gently we drink the night away — None returns till he is drunk. Heavy, heavy lies the dew, Among the luxuriant grass. Gently we drink the night away — In the ancestral temple we strike the time. Heavy, heavy lies the dew, Among the medlars and jujubes. Illustrious and true, the noble men — There is none without good virtue. The tung-tree and the cherry-tree, Their fruit hangs thick. Kind and gentle, the noble men — There is none without good bearing.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-5

彤tóng弓gōng弨chāo兮xī，受shòu言yán藏cáng之zhī。我wó有yǒu嘉jiā宾bīn，中zhōng心xīn贶kuàng之zhī。钟zhōng鼓gǔ既jì设shè，一yī朝zhāo飨xiǎng之zhī。彤tóng弓gōng弨chāo兮xī，受shòu言yán载zài之zhī。我wó有yǒu嘉jiā宾bīn，中zhōng心xīn喜xǐ之zhī。钟zhōng鼓gǔ既jì设shè，一yī朝zhāo右yòu之zhī。彤tóng弓gōng弨chāo兮xī，受shòu言yán櫜gāo之zhī。我wó有yǒu嘉jiā宾bīn，中zhōng心xīn好hǎo之zhī。钟zhōng鼓gǔ既jì设shè，一yī朝zhāo醻chóu之zhī。

The red bow is unstrung — We receive it and store it away. I have honoured guests — My heart rejoices in them. Bells and drums are set — One morning we feast them. The red bow is unstrung — We receive it and bear it away. I have honoured guests — My heart delights in them. Bells and drums are set — One morning we attend them. The red bow is unstrung — We receive it and put it in its case. I have honoured guests — My heart loves them. Bells and drums are set — One morning we pledge them.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-6

菁jīng菁jīng者zhě莪é，在zài彼bǐ中zhōng阿ā，既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，乐lè且qié有yǒu仪yí。菁jīng菁jīng者zhě莪é，在zài彼bǐ中zhōng沚zhǐ，既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，我wǒ心xīn则zé喜xǐ。菁jīng菁jīng者zhě莪é，在zài彼bǐ中zhōng陵líng，既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，锡xī我wó百bǎi朋péng。泛fàn泛fàn杨yáng舟zhōu，载zài渖shěn载zài浮fú，既jì见jiàn君jūn子zǐ，我wǒ心xīn则zé休xiū。

Luxuriant grows the artemisia, On the hill-slopes in the midst. Now that I see my lord — I am glad, and he shows his bearing. Luxuriant grows the artemisia, On the islet in the midst. Now that I see my lord — My heart is glad. Luxuriant grows the artemisia, On the ridge in the midst. Now that I see my lord — He gives me a hundred strings of cowries. The poplar-boat drifts to and fro — Now sinking, now floating. Now that I see my lord — My heart is at rest.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-7

六liù月yuè栖qī栖qī，戎róng车chē既jì饬chì。四sì牡mǔ骙kuí骙kuí，载zài是shì常cháng服fú。𤞤xián狁yún孔kǒng炽chì，我wǒ是shì用yòng急jí。王wáng于yú出chū征zhēng，以yǐ匡kuāng王wáng国guó。比bǐ物wù四sì骊lí，闲xián之zhī维wéi则zé。维wéi此cǐ六liù月yuè，既jì成chéng我wǒ服fú。我wǒ服fú既jì成chéng，于yú三sān十shí里lǐ。王wáng于yú出chū征zhēng，以yí佐zuǒ天tiān子zi。四sì牡mǔ修xiū广guǎng，其qí大dà有yǒu颙yóng。薄báo伐fá𤞤xián狁yǔn，以yǐ奏zòu肤fū公gōng。有yǒu严yán有yǒu翼yì，共gòng武wǔ之zhī服fú。共gòng武wǔ之zhī服fú，以yǐ定dìng王wáng国guó。𤞤xián狁yún匪fěi茹rú，整zhěng居jū焦jiāo获huò。侵qīn镐hào及jí方fāng，至zhì于yú泾jīng阳yáng。织zhī文wén鸟niǎo章zhāng，白bái斾pèi央yāng央yāng。元yuán戎róng十shí乘chéng，以yǐ先xiān启qǐ行xíng。戎róng车chē既jì安ān，如rú轾zhì如rú轩xuān。四sì牡mǔ既jì佶jí，既jì佶jí且qiě闲xián。薄báo伐fá𤞤xián狁yǔn，至zhì于yú大dà原yuán。文wén武wǔ吉jí甫fǔ，万wàn邦bāng为wèi宪xiàn。吉jí甫fǔ燕yàn喜xǐ，既jì多duō受shòu祉zhǐ。来lái归guī自zì镐hào，我wǒ行xíng永yóng久jiǔ。饮yǐn御yù诸zhū友yǒu，炰páo鳖biē脍kuài鲤lǐ。侯hóu谁shuí在zài矣yǐ？张zhāng仲zhòng孝xiào友yǒu。

In the sixth month we toil, The war-cars are made ready. Four stallions, strong and grand, We bear the dragon-banner of our post. The Xian-yun are fiercely raging — Therefore we haste. The king bids us march — To save the royal kingdom. We match the teams of four black horses, We train them to the rules. In this sixth month, Our gear is all complete. Our gear complete, We march thirty li a day. The king bids us march — To help the Son of Heaven. Four steeds, long and large, So tall and big. We smite the Xian-yun — To win great merit. Reverent and careful — We share the toil of war. Sharing the toil of war — We settle the royal kingdom. The Xian-yun, undaunted, Encamp at Jiao-hu. They invade Hao and Fang, Up to the north of the Jing. Figured banners with the bird-device, White streamers glowing bright. Ten war-cars of the vanguard — To open the way. The war-cars move at ease, Now low, now high. The four steeds, well in hand — Well in hand and well trained. We smite the Xian-yun — Up to the great plain. The accomplished Ji-fu, civil and military — A model to ten thousand states. Ji-fu feasts and rejoices, He has received many blessings. Returning from Hao — Our march has been long. We feast our friends with wine, Roast turtle and minced carp. Who is there among them? Zhang-zhong, filial and brotherly.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-8

薄báo言yán采cái芑qǐ，于yú彼bǐ新xīn田tián，于yú此cǐ菑zāi亩mǔ。方fāng叔shū涖lì止zhǐ，其qí车chē三sān千qiān，师shī干gàn之zhī试shì。方fāng叔shū率lǜ止zhǐ，乘chéng其qí四sì骐qí，四sì骐qí翼yì翼yì。路lù车chē有yǒu奭shì，簟diàn茀fú鱼yú服fú，钩gōu膺yīng鞗tiáo革gé。薄báo言yán采cái芑qǐ，于yú彼bǐ新xīn田tián，于yú此cǐ中zhōng乡xiāng。方fāng叔shū涖lì止zhǐ，其qí车chē三sān千qiān，旗qí旐zhào央yāng央yāng。方fāng叔shū率lǜ止zhǐ，约yuē軧dǐ错cuò衡héng，八bā鸾luán玱qiāng玱qiāng。服fú其qí命mìng服fú，朱zhū芾fèi斯sī皇huáng，有yǒu玱qiāng葱cōng珩háng。𫛣yù彼bǐ飞fēi隼sǔn，其qí飞fēi戾lì天tiān，亦yì集jí爰yuán止zhǐ。方fāng叔shū涖lì止zhǐ，其qí车chē三sān千qiān，师shī干gàn之zhī试shì。方fāng叔shū率lǜ止zhǐ，钲zhēng人rén伐fá鼓gǔ，陈chén师shī鞠jū旅lǚ。显xián允yǔn方fāng叔shū，伐fá鼓gǔ渊yuān渊yuān，振zhèn旅lǚ阗tián阗tián。蠢chún尔ěr蛮mán荆jīng，大dà邦bāng为wèi雠chóu。方fāng叔shū元yuán老lǎo，克kè壮zhuàng其qí犹yóu。方fāng叔shū率lǜ止zhǐ，执zhí讯xùn获huò丑chǒu。戎róng车chē啴chán啴chǎn，啴chán啴chǎn焞tūn焞tūn，如rú霆tíng如rú雷léi。显xián允yǔn方fāng叔shū，征zhēng伐fá𤞤xián狁yǔn，蛮mán荆jīng来lái威wēi。

We gather the white millet, In the new-ploughed fields, On the year-old acres. Fang-shu comes, With three thousand chariots, The host testing its shields. Fang-shu leads them on, Riding his four piebald steeds, Four steeds in steady order. State-carriage, glowing red, Bamboo screen and fish-skin quiver, Bitted yoke and tug of leather. We gather the white millet, In the new-ploughed fields, In the midst of the country. Fang-shu comes, With three thousand chariots, Banners and flags glowing bright. Fang-shu leads them on, With bound axle and painted pole, Eight bells ringing clear. In his appointed robes he serves, The red knee-covers glowing, The bluish-green gems ringing. Swift flies the falcon, It soars to the sky, Yet it alights and rests. Fang-shu comes, With three thousand chariots, The host testing its shields. Fang-shu leads them on, The gong-men strike the drums, He marshals the host and rallies the ranks. Illustrious and true Fang-shu — He beats the drums, deep-rolling, And leads back the host in triumph. Ye wild men of Jing, so foolish! You make a great state your foe. Fang-shu, the elder statesman — His plans are strong and bold. Fang-shu leads them on — He takes the captives and the chieftains. The war-cars rumble on, Rumble and roll, Like thunder, like the storm. Illustrious and true Fang-shu — He marched against the Xian-yun, And the men of Jing came in awe.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-9

我wǒ车chē既jì攻gōng，我wó马mǎ既jì同tóng。四sì牡mǔ庞páng庞páng，驾jià言yán徂cú东dōng。田tián车chē既jì好hǎo，四sì牡mú孔kǒng阜fù。东dōng有yóu甫fú草cǎo，驾jià言yán行xíng狩shòu。之zhī子zi于yú苗miáo，选xuǎn徒tú嚻xiāo嚻xiāo。建jiàn旐zhào设shè旄máo，搏bó兽shòu于yú敖áo。驾jià彼bǐ四sì牡mǔ，四sì牡mǔ奕yì奕yì。赤chì芾fèi金jīn舄xì，会huì同tóng有yǒu绎yì。决jué拾shí既jì佽cì，弓gōng矢shǐ既jì调diào。射shè夫fū既jì同tóng，助zhù我wó举jǔ柴chái。四sì黄huáng既jì驾jià，两liǎng骖cān不bù猗yī。不bù失shī其qí驰chí，舍shé矢shǐ如rú破pò。萧xiāo萧xiāo马mǎ鸣míng，悠yōu悠yōu斾pèi旌jīng。徒tú御yù不bù惊jīng，大dà庖páo不bù盈yíng。之zhī子zi于yú征zhēng，有yǒu闻wén无wú声shēng。允yún矣yǐ君jūn子zǐ，展zhán也yě大dà成chéng。

My carriage is repaired, My horses all matched. Four stallions, strong and grand — We harness them and go to the east. The hunting-cars are good, Four steeds, tall and strong. In the east are the grassy lands of Fu — We harness and ride to the hunt. The master goes a-field — He selects his men, a noisy crowd. He raises the banners, sets the flags, And hunts the beasts at Ao. We harness those four steeds, Four steeds, sleek and shining. In red knee-covers and gold-shoon — The lords assemble in order. The archer's rings and thimble are fitted, Bow and arrows are well-adjusted. The shooters are matched and ready — They help to pile up the game. Four yellows are harnessed, The two outrancers do not swerve. We keep the pace, we loose the shafts — Like cleaving, it pierces. The horses neigh, neigh, The banners stream and flutter. Foot and horse are not startled — The great kitchen overflows. The master marches home — There is noise, but no disorder. Truly a noble man — He has achieved great things!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

17-10

吉jí日rì维wéi戊wù，既jì伯bó既jì祷dǎo。田tián车chē既jì好hǎo，四sì牡mú孔kǒng阜fù。升shēng彼bǐ大dà阜fù，从cóng其qí群qún丑chǒu。吉jí日rì庚gēng午wǔ，既jì差chà我wó马mǎ。兽shòu之zhī所suǒ同tóng，麀yōu鹿lù麌yú麌yǔ。漆qī沮jǔ之zhī从cóng，天tiān子zi之zhī所suǒ。瞻zhān彼bǐ中zhōng原yuán，其qí祁qí孔kóng有yǒu。儦biāo儦biāo俟qí俟qí，或huò群qún或huò友yǒu。悉xī率lǜ左zuǒ右yòu，以yǐ燕yàn天tiān子zi。既jì张zhāng我wǒ弓gōng，既jì挟xié我wó矢shǐ。发fā彼bí小xiǎo豝bā，殪yì此cǐ大dà兕sì。以yǐ御yù宾bīn客kè，且qié以yǐ酌zhuó醴lǐ。

On the lucky day of Wu, We sacrifice to the Father of the Hunt and pray. The hunting-cars are good, Four steeds, tall and strong. We climb the great hill — And follow the herds. On the lucky day of Geng-wu, We choose our horses well. Where the beasts congregate — The hinds and stags, in troops. Down the Jin and the Ju they flee — The Son of Heaven's hunting-ground. We look upon the central plain — It is full of great beasts. Rushing, hurrying, or in herds, or in bands. We drive them, right and left — To feast the Son of Heaven. I have bent my bow, I have set my arrow to the string. I loose at the little sow — I lay low the great rhinoceros. To entertain our guests — And to pour out the sweet wine.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated