xiǎo·tiánzhīshén

21-1

Bright are those extensive fields, A tenth of whose produce is annually levied. I take the old stores, And with them feed the husbandmen. From of old we have had good years; And now I go to the south-lying acres, Where some are weeding, and some gather the earth about the roots. The millets look luxuriant; And in a spacious resting-place, I collect and encourage the men of greater promise. With my vessels full of bright millet, And my pure victim-rams, We sacrificed at the altar of the spirits of the land, and at (the altars of those of the four) quarters. That my fields are in such good condition Is matter of joy to the husbandmen. With lutes, and with drums beating, We will invoke the Father of Husbandry, And pray for sweet rain, To increase the produce of our millets, And to bless my men and their wives. The distant descendant comes, When their wives and children Are bringing food to those (at work) in the south-lying acres. The surveyor of the fields (also) comes and is glad. He takes (of the food) on the left and the right, And tastes whether it be good or not. The grain is well cultivated, all the acres over; Good will it be and abundant. The distant descendant has no displacency; The husbandmen are encouraged to diligence. The crops of the distant descendant Look (thick) as thatch, and (swelling) like a carriage-cover. His stacks will stand like islands and mounds. He will seek for thousands of granaries; He will seek for tens of thousands of carts. The millets, the paddy, and the maize Will awake the joy of the husbandmen; (And they will say), 'May he be rewarded with great happiness, With myriads of years, life without end!'

Legge · 1879 · public domain

21-2

Large are the fields, and various is the work to be done. Having selected the seed, and looked after the implements, So that all preparations have been made for our labour, We take our sharp plough-shares, And commence on the south-lying acres. We sow all the kinds of grain, Which grow up straight and large, So that the wish of the distant descendant is satisfied. It ears and the fruit lies soft in its sheath; It hardens and is of good quality; There is no wolf's-tail grass nor darnel. We remove the insects that eat the heart and the leaf, And those that eat the roots and the joints, So that they shall not hurt the young plants of our fields. May the spirit, the Father of Husbandry, Lay hold of them, and put them in the blazing fire! The clouds form in dense masses, And the rain comes down slowly. May it first rain on our public fields, And then come to our private! Yonder shall be young grain unreaped, And here some bundles ungathered; Yonder shall be handfuls left on the ground, And here ears untouched:— For the benefit of the widow. The distant descendant will come, When their wives and children Are bringing food to those (at work) on the south-lying acres. The surveyor of the fields (also) will come and be glad. They will come and offer pure sacrifices to (the spirits of the four) quarters, With their victims red and black, With their preparations of millet:— Thus offering, thus sacrificing, Thus increasing our bright happiness.

Legge · 1879 · public domain

21-3

Look at the waters of the Luo, How broad and grand they flow! The noble man has come — Blessings and riches heap like thatch. In his red knee-covers and apron — He leads the six armies of the king. Look at the waters of the Luo, How broad and grand they flow! The noble man has come — His sword has a scabbard of jade. May the noble man live ten thousand years — And guard his household well! Look at the waters of the Luo, How broad and grand they flow! The noble man has come — Blessings and riches are all gathered. May the noble man live ten thousand years — And guard his state well!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

21-4

Splendid are the flowers, Their leaves are fresh and green. I see this man — My heart is at ease. My heart are at ease — Therefore I have praise and rest. Splendid are the flowers, They glow in their yellow. I see this man — He has his ornaments of state. He has his ornaments of state — Therefore he has cause for rejoicing. Splendid are the flowers — Now yellow, now white. I see this man — He rides in his four white-maned horses. He rides in his four white-maned horses — The six reins, glossy and bright. To the left, to the left — The noble man is fit for it. To the right, to the right — The noble man has it. Because he has it — He can hand it on.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

21-5

They flit about, the greenbeaks, With their variegated wings. To be rejoiced in are these princes! May they receive the blessing of Heaven!

Legge · 1879 · public domain

21-6

The mandarin ducks are on the wing — We net them, we snare them. The noble man, ten thousand years — Blessings and riches befit him. The mandarin ducks are on the dam — They fold their left wing. The noble man, ten thousand years — May he enjoy his far-reaching blessings. The horses in the stable — We give them grain, we give them fodder. The noble man, ten thousand years — Blessings and riches bless him. The horses in the stable — We give them fodder, we give them grain. The noble man, ten thousand years — Blessings and riches comfort him.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

21-7

The cap with its dangling strings — What does it mean? Your wine is good, Your meats are fine. Are they strangers? Brothers, and no others. The dodder and the loranthus, Cling to the pine and the cypress. I have not seen my lord — My heart is full of grief. Now that I see my lord — Would that I might rejoice! The cap with its dangling strings — What is the occasion? Your wine is good, Your meats are in season. Are they strangers? Brothers, all come. The dodder and the loranthus, Cling to the pine. I have not seen my lord — My heart is full of care. Now that I see my lord — Would that all were well! The cap with its dangling strings — What is on your head? Your wine is good, Your meats are abundant. Are they strangers? Brothers, nephews, and uncles. As when the snow falls, First the sleet gathers. Death may come any day — We have not long to meet. Let us make merry with wine tonight — The noble man keeps the feast.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

21-8

Creak, creak go the axle-pins — I think of the lovely young bride departing. Neither hungry nor thirsty — To her, a good name has come. Though there be no good friends — We feast and are glad. In that level forest, The pheasants are gathered. That accomplished lady — In virtuous fame comes to instruct. We feast and are full of praise — I love you without satiety. Though there be no delicious wine — You may drink, perhaps. Though there be no fine meats — You may eat, perhaps. Though I have no virtue to offer you — We may sing and dance. I climb that lofty ridge, And split the oak-wood for fuel. Split the oak-wood for fuel — Its leaves are fresh and green. Glad am I to see you — My heart is at ease. The high hill, I look up to it; The great road, I travel it. Four steeds untiring — Six reins in hand like a lute. I see you in your new marriage — And my heart is comforted.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

21-9

The bluebottle buzzes and buzzes, It settles on the fence. Kind and gentle noble man — Do not believe slanderous words. The bluebottle buzzes and buzzes, It settles on the jujube-tree. Slanderers have no limit — They throw the four quarters of the state into confusion. The bluebottle buzzes and buzzes, It settles on the hazel. Slanderers have no limit — They set me and you at odds.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

21-10

When the guests first approach the mats, They take their places on the left and the right in an orderly manner. The dishes of bamboo and wood are arranged in rows, With the sauces and kernels displayed in them. The spirits are mild and good, And they drink, all equally reverent. The bells and drums are properly arranged, And they raise their pledge-cups with order and ease. (Then) the great target is set up; The bows and arrows are made ready for the shooting. The archers are arranged in classes; 'Show your skill in shooting,' (it is said by one). 'I shall hit that mark' (is the response), 'And pray you to drink the cup.' The dancers move with their flutes to the notes of the organ and drum, While all the instruments perform in harmony. All this is done to please the meritorious ancestors, Along with the observance of all ceremonies. When all the ceremonies have been fully performed, Grandly and fully, (The personators of the dead say), 'We confer on you great blessings, And may your descendants also be happy!' These are happy and delighted, And each of them exerts his ability. A guest draws the spirits; An attendant enters again with a cup, And fills it,—the cup of rest. Thus are performed your seasonal ceremonies.

Legge · 1879 · public domain