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Front Page Titles (by Subject) BOOK III. - The Shi King, the Old Poetry Classic of the Chinese
BOOK III. - Misc (Confucian School), The Shi King, the Old “Poetry Classic” of the Chinese [1891]Edition used:The Shi King, the Old “Poetry Classic” of the Chinese. A Close Metrical Translation, with Annotations by William Jennings (London: George Routledge and Sons, 1891).
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BOOK III.
II. iii. 1.
ON THE PRESENTATION OF THE VERMILION BOW.
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- Vermilion bows, unbent as yet,
- Were left me, and apart I stored them.
- Now have I here distinguished guests,
- To whom I cordially award them.
- And ready be the drum and gong!
- We’ll feast them well the whole morn long.
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- Vermilion bows, unbent as yet,
- Were left me, and on frames I strung them.
- Now have I here distinguished guests;
- Right proud am I to be among them.
- Then ready be the drum and gong!
- We’ll honour them the whole morn long.
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- Vermilion bows, unbent, have I,
- And had them cased for their protection.
- Now have I here distinguished guests,
- And such as win my true affection.
- Then ready be the drum and gong!
- We’ll drink to them the whole morn long.
II. iii. 2.
JOYOUS GREETING OF A GOOD KING.
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- Brightly the aster flowers unfold
- There midway on the height.
- Our eyes our Ruler now behold:
- Hail him with festal rite.
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- Brightly the aster flowers unfold
- There midway on the isle.
- Our eyes our Ruler now behold;
- Our hearts rejoice the while.
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- Brightly the aster flowers unfold
- There midway on the mound.
- Our eyes our Ruler now behold;
- And gifts he scatters round.
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- Ah, boat of willow-wood, impelled
- By waves—o’er trough and crest!
- Our eyes our Ruler have beheld;
- Our hearts are now at rest.
II. iii. 3.
KI-FU’S EXPEDITION AGAINST THE WILD NORTHERN TRIBES.
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- ’Twas the sixth month. In hurry and flurry
- Chariots of war were equipped for the road;
- Quadruple teams were dancing and prancing;
- Baggage and arms in waggons were stowed.
- Fiercely the HÎn-Yuns raged and blustered,
- So was there need of the utmost haste.
- Forth must we march at the royal bidding,
- Royal dominions to save from waste.
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- Evenly matched were the dusky coursers,
- Patterns of training each team of four.
- While the sixth month was yet unended
- Ready were all our trappings of war.
- Trappings of war were all completed;
- Stages were fixed at miles eleven;
- Forth then we marched at the royal bidding,
- Forth to the aid of the Son of Heaven.
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- Fine, strong males were the teams of chargers,
- Bearing their heads right loftily.
- At the HÎu-Yuns we dashed, and smote them,
- Bent on a brilliant victory.
- Sternly, steadily moved our battalions;
- Soldierly service we rendered then;
- Soldierly service we rendered, bringing
- Peace to the royal domains again.
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- Ah, the HÎn-Yuns showed scant discernment,
- Making in Tsiâu and in Hwo so free,
- Pushing to Hau and to Fang their encroachments,—
- North of the King eventually.
- (Now came) our banners with birds emblazoned,
- And the white pennons in proud display,—
- Ten of the largest fighting chariots
- Going in front to clear the way.
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- Steady and sure proved the fighting chariots,
- Well were they balanced, before and aft;
- Strong were the teams of colts that drew them,
- Strong, and rare proofs of the trainer’s craft.
- At the HÎn-Yuns we dashed, and smote them,
- Far as T‘ai-yün we stayed not our hand.
- Ki-fu (our leader) in peace or in war-time
- Stands out a pattern for every land.
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- Now at the feast Ki-fu makes merry,
- Great is the joy befalls him now.
- Long was our march, aye long and tedious,
- Homewards coming again from Hau.
- Wine and good cheer he gives to his comrades,—
- Slices of carp, roast turtle too;
- Aye, and who takes his place beside them?
- Chang-Chung the Filial and the True!
II. iii. 4.
FANG-SHŬ’S EXPEDITION AGAINST THE MÂN-KING.
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- O they bade us gather forage,—
- There on lands of tillage new,
- Here on plats of one year’s clearing,—
- For upon us came Fang-Shŭ!
- He had chariots, full three thousand,
- And of guards a well-tried band;
- And he rode along before them
- With his piebalds four in hand,
- With his piebalds sure and steady,
- In his red grand car of state,
- With his screen, his fish-skin quivers,
- And his dangling reins and gear ornate.
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- O they bade us gather forage,—
- There on fields of tillage new,
- Here amid the village farmsteads,—
- For upon us came Fang-Shŭ,
- With his chariots full three thousand
- Waving flags,—he in the van.
- And his car had hide-bound axles,
- And, in front, the gilded span,
- And the eight bells making music.
- His high uniform he wore,
- And the stately scarlet apron,
- And the green gem tinkling down before.
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- Swift as darts the glede kite yonder,
- Soaring up into the blue,
- Settling down anon and resting,
- So upon us came Fang-Shŭ.
- With his chariots full three thousand,
- With his guards, the well-tried band.
- These he led; and now his cymbals,
- Now his drums, spoke his command,
- Ranged his hosts, wheeled his battalions:—
- Trusty and renowned Fang-Shŭ!
- Gravely boomed his drums (to battle),
- Gaily sounded they as all withdrew.
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- Ah, ye Southerners are dullards
- Our great country to oppose!
- With great age Fang-Shŭ is weighted,
- Yet rare strategy he shows.
- With his men he seized the Chieftains,
- And brought off a captive crowd;
- Onward rolled his war-cars, swarming,
- Swarming, overwhelming, loud
- As the crash and din of thunder:—
- Trusty and renowned Fang-Shŭ!
- Once he went HÎn-Yuns to punish,
- Now he makes these tribes come trembling too.
II. iii. 5.
GRAND ROYAL HUNT GIVEN IN HONOUR OF THE FEUDAL-LORDS WHEN AT COURT.
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- Our cars are stoutly made and manned,
- In equal drafts the horses stand
- In teams of four, superb and grand:—
- Then Eastward ho! there lies the land.
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- Trim are the hunting-cars, and sound,
- Right sturdy teams for each are found.
- Fine covers in the East abound:—
- Away! there lies our hunting-ground.
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- The masters of the chase appear,
- Tell off their men, give orders clear,
- The banners fix, the “oxtails” rear:—
- At Ngâu, (quotha), we’ll have the deer.
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- Ho now the teams are on the way,
- Four after four in long array!
- Gilt shoes, red aprons,—what display!
- The pageant of an audience-day!
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- Gantlet and thumb-ring we attach,
- And to the bows the arrows match;
- Each bowman has the same despatch;
- Each adds to our great pile his batch.
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- The teams of bays are now inspanned;
- The off-steeds well are kept in hand,
- Nor e’er their rapid pace relax.
- Each shaft goes hurtling like an axe!
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- And now what noise of neighing steeds,
- As the long bannered train recedes!
- Runners and drivers made no scare,
- So yields the Larder each a share.
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- And they who led the chase to-day
- Great praise have won, without display.
- Ay, lordly men indeed are they;—
- Of skill comsummate, sooth to say!
II. iii. 6.
ROYAL HUNT, WITH GUESTS AND FRIENDS.
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- There is luck in the day with the fives in the date,
- And our prayers we have made at the shrine,
- And the cars for the hunt are in excellent state,
- And the teams look colossal and fine.
- The lofty hill yonder we’ll breast,
- And chase the wild herds on its crest.
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- There is luck in the day with the sevens in the date;
- We have chosen and drafted our nags;
- And now where is the spot where the herds congregate,
- And the haunt of the does and the stags?
- Where the T‘sĭ and the T‘siü streams flow—
- It is there Heaven’s Son must go.
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- Look you there, in the midst of the upland plain,
- How the creatures are herding in troops!
- Now they scamper away, now they settle again,
- And in threes and in pairs are the groups.
- Lead the way! men and masters away!
- Heaven’s Son shall have pleasure to-day.
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- And now we are ready with bows to the fore,
- And the arrows are put to the string;
- Ho, yonder one sticks in a two-year-old boar,
- To the ground here a monster we bring.
- On these shall our visitors dine,
- With tankards of new-made wine.
II. iii. 7.
WAR AND PEACE.
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- The wild-geese rose upon the wing
- Rustling and flapping as they left in haste.
- So once our men went to the wars,
- To toil and moil in wilderness and waste.
- Unhappy men! and yet unhappier they
- Who here remained, the widowed and the grey.
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- The wild-geese rose upon the wing,
- But rest from flight they found upon the mere.
- Our men-folk now build up our walls,
- And all at once a hundred roods they rear.
- Though toiling still and labouring past their strength,
- Yet homes we now shall have, and peace at length.
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- The wild-geese rose upon the wing,
- With lamentable cry as if distressed.
- It was this wise and prudent One
- Who spoke of us as toilers and oppressed.
- And it was he, the man of little sense,
- Who spoke of our unbounded insolence!
II. iii. 8.
THE KING’S ANXIETY TO BE PUNCTUAL AT THE MORNING AUDIENCE.
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- How speeds the night?
- Scarce yet the half is fled:
- The great torch gleams out red.
- Yet will my lords anon be here,
- Bells tinkling gaily on their gear.
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- How speeds the night?
- Scarce yet is darkness gone:
- The great torch glimmers on.
- Yet will my lords anon be here;
- Their tinkling bells announce them near.
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- How speeds the night?
- Now towards the morn it turns:
- No more the great torch burns.
- And now my lords will soon be here;—
- Ho, there at last their flags appear!
II. iii. 9.
A STATESMAN’S LAMENT ON SEEING THE APATHY OF HIS BROTHER-OFFICERS IN A TIME OF ANARCHY AND TROUBLE.
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- There the rolling river, brimming,
- Makes the sovereign sea its quest.
- There the soaring glede kite, hasting,
- Flees away and finds its rest.
- But, ah me! of all my brethren,
- All my friends and countrymen,
- None will take to heart our troubles.
- Is there none has parents, then?
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- See the rolling river, brimming,
- Dashing, splashing down its bed.
- See the soaring glede kite, hasting,
- Mounting up on wings outspread.
- Pondering on those wayward courses,
- Restless I arise and stroll,
- But, alas! can never banish
- The great sorrow from my soul.
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- Swiftly flies the glede kite yonder,
- Midway by the mountain side.
- “Spread the people idle stories?
- Can the tongues of none be tied?”
- Ah, my friends, be ye more watchful;
- Scandal must go far and wide.
II. iii. 10.
RANDOM THOUGHTS ON COMMON THINGS.
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- In the depths of the marsh though the crane may cry,
- It is heard in the lands around.
- In the deep dark pools though the fish may lie,
- In the shallows may some be found.
- Yonder lawn may be fragrant with sandal-trees,
- Yet are withered dead leaves in their shade.
- And the rocks on the hills that one yonder sees
- Into polishing-stones may be made.
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- In the depths of the marsh though the crane may scream,
- Yet its notes may be heard in the sky.
- And though fish be found in the shallow stream,
- There are those that in dark pools lie.
- Yonder lawn may be fragrant with sandal-trees,
- But the nettles will grow in their shade.
- And the rocks on the hills that one yonder sees
- Serve to polish your gems of jade.
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