xiǎo·zǎozhīshén

22-1

Fish there are, there in the pondweed, Their great heads protrude. The king is there, there in Hao — He drinks, and makes merry. Fish there are, there in the pondweed, Their long tails sweep. The king is there, there in Hao — He drinks, and is glad. Fish there are, there in the pondweed, They hide among the rushes. The king is there, there in Hao — How secure his dwelling!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-2

Gather the beans, gather the beans, In baskets, in panniers. The noble man comes to court — What shall we give him? Though we have nothing to give — A state-carriage and four horses. What else shall we give him? A dragon-robe with embroidered border. The spring gushes forth — I gather the water-celery. The noble man comes to court — I watch his banners. His banners stream and flutter, The bells of his carriage tinkle. With two steeds, with four — The noble man has come. Red knee-covers on the thighs, Cross-garters on the legs. Diligent, not slack — The Son of Heaven grants them. Joyful is the noble man — The Son of Heaven commands him. Joyful is the noble man — Blessings and riches increase to him. The branches of the oak, Their leaves are thick. Joyful is the noble man — He guards the Son of Heaven's state. Joyful is the noble man — All blessings are gathered to him. The left and right, well ordered — All follow in their order. The poplar-boat drifts to and fro — The tow-rope holds it fast. Joyful is the noble man — The Son of Heaven measures him. Joyful is the noble man — Blessings and riches heap on him. At ease, at ease he goes — And so he finds his rest.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-3

Smooth and glossy the bow of horn — It springs back when unstrung. Brothers and relations by marriage — Let them not be estranged. When you are estranged from them — The people all become so too. When you teach them — The people all follow your example. These good brothers — Generous and abundant. These bad brothers — Each harms the other. When the people do wrong — They blame one another. They accept rank without yielding — Till ruin comes upon themselves. An old horse may be taken for a colt — But look to what comes after. As in eating, one should be satisfied — As in drinking, one should take enough. Do not teach the monkey to climb — As mud sticks to mud. When the noble man has good ways — The little people will follow. The snow falls thick and fast — It melts when the sun comes out. But none will condescend — And all remain aloof and proud. The snow falls soft and thick — It flows when the sun comes out. Like the savage, like the barbarian — And so I am full of care.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-4

Luxuriant are the willows — Why not rest beneath them? God is greatly to be feared — Do not bring trouble on yourself. He bade me give him counsel — And afterwards he cast me off. Luxuriant are the willows — Why not pause beneath them? God is greatly to be feared — Do not bring sickness on yourself. He bade me give him counsel — And afterwards he banished me. A bird flies on high — Yet it reaches to the sky. That man's heart — Where will it end? Why did he bid me counsel him? — To place me in this evil plight.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-5

Those men of the capital, In fox-furs, yellow and bright. Their bearing changes not, Their words are full of order. They return to Zhou — The hope of all the people. Those men of the capital, With arrowroot caps and black headbands. Those ladies of the noble house, Their hair, thick and straight. I see them not — My heart finds no delight. Those men of the capital, With ear-plugs of precious stone. Those ladies of the noble house, They call them Yin and Ji. I see them not — My heart is bound with grief. Those men of the capital, With girdles, pendant and long. Those ladies of the noble house, Their hair curled like the scorpion's tail. I see them not — I follow them with my gaze. It is not that they let them hang — The girdle has enough to spare. It is not that they curl them — The hair flies up of itself. I see them not — How I yearn!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-6

All morning I gather the dye-stuff, It does not fill one handful. My hair is tangled and curled — I will go home and wash it. All morning I gather the indigo, It does not fill one apron. Five days was the time appointed — The sixth, you do not come. When you go a-hunting — I will string your bow. When you go a-fishing — I will ply your line. What is your catch? Bream and carp. Bream and carp — Come and look at them!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-7

Lush grows the millet-shoot, The gentle rain nourishes it. On the long march to the south — The Earl of Shao comforts them. I bear the load, I pull the cart, I drive the carriage, I lead the ox. Our march is done — Let us go home! We footmen and we drivers, Our host and our companies. Our march is done — Let us go to our dwellings! Stately is the work at Xie, The Earl of Shao plans it. Splendid is the marching host, The Earl of Shao completes it. The plains and low grounds are levelled, The springs and streams run clear. The Earl of Shao has succeeded — The king's heart is at peace.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-8

Lovely is the mulberry in the low grounds, Its leaves are soft and fresh. Now that I see my lord — How great my joy! Lovely is the mulberry in the low grounds, Its leaves are glossy. Now that I see my lord — How could I not rejoice? Lovely is the mulberry in the low grounds, Its leaves are dark. Now that I see my lord — His virtuous fame is great. I love him in my heart — Why do I not say so? I hide him in my heart — What day shall I forget him?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-9

The fibres from the white-flowered rush Are bound with the white grass. This man's sending me away makes me dwell solitary. The light and brilliant clouds Bedew the rush and the grass. The way of Heaven is hard and difficult;— This man does not conform (to good principle).

Legge · 1879 · public domain

22-10

Pip-pip cries the yellow bird, It rests on the bend of the hill. The road is far and long — How weary am I! Give him drink, give him food! Teach him, instruct him! Bid the carriage behind — Take him up and carry him! Pip-pip cries the yellow bird, It rests on the corner of the hill. How dare I shrink from the road? I fear I cannot keep the pace. Give him drink, give him food! Teach him, instruct him! Bid the carriage behind — Take him up and carry him! Pip-pip cries the yellow bird, It rests by the side of the hill. How dare I shrink from the road? I fear I cannot reach the end. Give him drink, give him food! Teach him, instruct him! Bid the carriage behind — Take him up and carry him!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-11

The gourd-leaves flutter and float — We gather them, we boil them. The noble man has wine — We fill the cup and taste it. Here is a rabbit's head — We roast it, we broil it. The noble man has wine — We fill the cup and offer it. Here is a rabbit's head — We broil it, we bake it. The noble man has wine — We fill the cup and return it. Here is a rabbit's head — We broil it, we roast it. The noble man has wine — We fill the cup and pledge it.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-12

The way of Zhou is like a whetstone, Straight as an arrow. The noble man treads it — The little people look to it. He thinks of it, he longs for it — With tears he streams. Look back, look toward the northwest — Where is my home? The way of Zhou is like a whetstone, Straight as an arrow. He thinks of it, he longs for it — With tears he streams.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-13

Old and feeble, oh! I bow my back, I lean on my staff. I do not think of myself — But my limbs are heavy with years. The waters of the Min, Pour down from the hills. The waters of the Min, Pour back to the hills. Many are the weeds and the brushwood — I alone am old and grey. As a young fir-tree, I was green and fresh. Now the road lies before me — And I am full of sorrow. The mulberry and the cypress, The yew and the cherry. I look on them with a sigh — Why do they not wither? The mountain has bracken, The marsh has mountain-ash. I think of the songs of Zhou — They make my heart ache.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

22-14

In the sixth month the grain ripens, The plants and trees are full and fresh. The Zhou road, the great road, Is straight and smooth. Let the four horses be harnessed, The bells ringing clear. How shall I serve my lord? My heart is full of care. In the fourth month the grain ripens, In the sixth month it is gathered in. I take my bow and arrows, And ride to the frontiers. But I cannot return — My heart is full of fear. The deer herd together, The pheasants cry, morning and evening. I lead my horse to the river — The stream runs swift and strong. The flowers of the cherry-apple, Are red and bright. I think of my brothers — And I am full of grief. I have prepared my carriage, I have tied my luggage fast. I have not seen my lord — I cannot go to him.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated