guófēng·fēng

8-1

'The cock has crowed!' 'The court is full!' 'It is not the cock that crows — It is the sound of the bluebottle fly.' 'The east is bright!' 'The court is thronged!' 'It is not the east that is bright — It is the light of the moon.' 'The insects hum and swarm — I would gladly dream with you. But the council will rise and go — Let no one憎 us!'

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-2

How nimble you are! You met me in the hunting-ground. We raced together after two boars — You bowed and called me skilled. How fine you are! You met me on the hunting-path. We raced together after two stags — You bowed and called me good. How brave you are! You met me on the south of the hunting-ground. We raced together after two wolves — You bowed and called me excellent.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-3

You wait for me at the gate-screen, Your ear-plugs of white. Surmounted by a precious flower. You wait for me in the courtyard, Your ear-plugs of green. Surmounted by a precious gem. You wait for me in the hall, Your ear-plugs of yellow. Surmounted by a precious bloom.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-4

Before the east is bright, I put on robes wrong side out. Wrong side out — and right again — Called by a summons from the lord. Before the east has shown its light, I put on garments upside down. Right side out — and wrong again — Called by a command from the lord. Break willow-branches to fence the garden — The surly watchman stares. I cannot tell the time of night — If not too early, then too late.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-5

High rises the southern hill, The male fox moves slowly. The road to Lu is broad and easy — The lady of Qi went home by it. Since she has gone home, Why do you still long for her? Straw sandals must be paired, Hat-cords must be doubled. The road to Lu is broad and easy — The lady of Qi journeyed by it. Since she journeyed, Why do you still pursue her? How do you plant the hemp? You plough the furrows lengthwise and across. How do you take a wife? You must tell father and mother. Since you have told them, Why do you still persist? How do you split the firewood? Without an axe you cannot. How do you take a wife? Without a go-between you cannot. Since you have obtained her, Why do you still carry it to extremes?

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-6

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

8-7

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The hound goes ling-ling, Its master is fair and good. The hound wears twin rings, Its master is fair and curled. The hound wears a chain, Its master is fair and wise.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-8

The broken basket is on the dam, The fish — bream and tench. The lady of Qi returns, Her retinue like a cloud. The broken basket is on the dam, The fish — bream and carp. The lady of Qi returns, Her retinue like rain. The broken basket is on the dam, The fish slip to and fro. The lady of Qi returns, Her retinue like water.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-9

The carriage rumbles along, Bamboo screen and red hide. The road to Lu is broad and easy — The lady of Qi sets out at evening. Four black horses, sleek and grand, The hanging reins drip and drip. The road to Lu is broad and easy — The lady of Qi is glad of heart. The Wen waters, broad and deep, The wayfarers, thick and thronging. The road to Lu is broad and easy — The lady of Qi soars and sweeps. The Wen waters, full and flowing, The wayfarers, a countless crowd. The road to Lu is broad and easy — The lady of Qi wanders and roams.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

8-10

Ah, how splendid! Tall and graceful. How stately his bearing! His fine eyes, how they gleam! How swift his dancing step! And his archery — how skilled! Ah, how renowned! His fine eyes, how clear! His ceremony complete, All day long he shoots at the target — Never missing the centre! Truly my sister's son! Ah, how lovely! His clear brow, how gentle! In the dance he keeps his place, In his shooting he pierces through. His four arrows return to the same spot — A man to withstand disorder!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated