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[Odes: Zhou South]\n\nGuan Ju\n\nHark! from the islet in the stream the voice\nOf the fish-hawks that o'er their nest rejoice!\nFrom them our thoughts to that young lady go,\nModest and virtuous, loth herself to show.\nWhere could be found, to share our prince's state,\nSo fair, so virtuous, and so fit a mate?\nSee how the duckweed's stalks, or short or long,\nSway left and right, as moves the current strong!\nSo hard it was for him the maid to find!\nBy day, by night, our prince with constant mind\nSought for her long, but all his search was vain.\nAwake, asleep, he ever felt the pain\nOf longing thought, as when on restless bed,\nTossing about, one turns one's fevered head.\nHere long, there short, afloat the duckweed lies;\nBut caught at last, we seize the longed-for prize.\nThe maiden modest, virtuous, coy, is found;\nStrike every lute, and joyous welcome sound.\nOurs now, the duckweed from the stream we bear,\nAnd cook to use with other viands rare.\nHe has the maiden, modest, virtuous, bright;\nLet bells and drums proclaim our great delight.\n\nGe Tan\n\nSweet was the scene. The spreading dolichos\nExtended far, down to the valley's depths,\nWith leaves luxuriant. The orioles\nFluttered around, and on the bushy trees\nIn throngs collected—whence their pleasant notes\nResounded far in richest melody.\nThe spreading dolichos extended far,\nCovering the valley's sides, down to its depths,\nWith leaves luxuriant and dense. I cut\nIt down, then boiled, and from the fibres span\nOf cloth, both fine and coarse, large store,\nTo wear, unwearied of such simple dress.\nNow back to my old home, my parents dear\nTo see, I go. The matron I have told,\nWho will announcement make. Meanwhile my clothes,\nMy private clothes I wash, and rinse my robes.\nWhich of them need be rinsed and which need not?\nMy parents dear to visit, back I go.\n\nJuan Er\n\nThough small my basket, all my toil\nFilled it with mouse-ears but in part.\nI set it on the path, and sighed\nFor the dear master of my heart.\nMy steeds, o'er-tasked, their progress stayed,\nWhen midway up that rocky height.\nGive me a cup from that gilt vase,\nWhen shall this longing end in sight?\nTo mount that lofty ridge I drove,\nUntil my steeds all changed their hue.\nA cup from that rhinoceros' horn\nMay help my longing to subdue.\nStriving to reach that flat-topped hill,\nMy steeds, worn out, relaxed their strain;\nMy driver also sank oppressed:\nI'll never see my lord again!\n\nJiu Mu\n\nIn the South are the trees whose branches are bent,\nAnd droop in such fashion that o'er their extent\nAll the dolichos' creepers fast cling.\nSee our princely lady, from whom we have got\nRejoicing that's endless! May her happy lot\nAnd her honours repose ever bring!\nIn the South are the trees whose branches are bent,\nAnd droop in such fashion that o'er their extent\nAll the dolichos' creepers are spread.\nSee our princely lady, from whom we have got\nRejoicing that's endless! Of her happy lot\nAnd her honours the greatness ne'er fade!\nIn the South are the trees whose branches are bent,\nAnd droop in such fashion that o'er their extent\nAll the dolichos' creepers entwine.\nSee our princely lady, from whom we have got\nRejoicing that's endless. May her happy lot\nAnd her honours complete ever shine!\n\nZhong Si\n\nYe locusts, winged tribes,\nGather in concord fine;\nWell your descendants may\nIn numerous bright hosts shine!\nYe locusts, winged tribes,\nYour wings in flight resound;\nWell your descendants may\nIn endless lines be found!\nYe locusts, winged tribes,\nTogether cluster strong;\nWell your descendants may\nIn swarms for ever throng!\n\nTao Yao\n\nGraceful and young the peach tree stands;\nHow rich its flowers, all gleaming bright!\nThis bride to her new home repairs;\nChamber and house she'll order right.\nGraceful and young the peach tree stands;\nLarge crops of fruit it soon will show.\nThis bride to her new home repairs;\nChamber and house her sway shall know.\nGraceful and young the peach tree stands,\nIts foliage clustering green and full.\nThis bride to her new home repairs;\nHer household will attest her rule.\n\nTu Ju\n\nCareful he sets his rabbit-nets all round;\nChang-chang his blows upon the pegs resound.\nStalwart the man and bold his bearing all\nShows he might be his prince's shield and wall.\nCareful he is his rabbit-nets to place,\nWhere many paths of rabbits' feet bear trace.\nStalwart the man and bold 'tis plain to see\nHe to his prince companion good would be.\nCareful he is his rabbit-nets to spread,\nWhere in the forest's depth the trees give shade.\nStalwart the man and bold fit his the part\nGuide to his prince to be, and faithful heart.\n\nFu Yi\n\nWe gather and gather the plantains;\nCome gather them anyhow.\nYes, gather and gather the plantains,\nAnd here we have got them now.\nWe gather and gather the plantains;\nNow off the ears we must tear.\nYes, gather and gather the plantains,\nAnd now the seeds are laid bare.\nWe gather and gather the plantains,\nThe seeds in our skirts are placed.\nYes, gather and gather the plantains.\nHo! safe in the girdled waist!\n\nHan Guang\n\nHigh and compressed, the southern trees\nNo shelter from the sun afford.\nThe girls free ramble by the Han,\nBut will not hear enticing word.\nLike the broad Han are they,\nThrough which one cannot dive;\nAnd like the Jiang's long stream,\nWherewith no raft can strive.\nMany the faggots bound and piled;\nThe thorns I'd hew still more to make.\nAs brides, those girls their new homes seek;\nTheir colts to feed I'd undertake.\nLike the broad Han are they,\nThrough which one cannot dive;\nAnd like the Jiang's long stream,\nWherewith no raft can strive.\nMany the faggots bound and piled;\nThe southernwood I'd cut for more.\nAs brides, those girls their new homes seek;\nFood for their colts I'd bring large store.\nLike the broad Han are they,\nThrough which one cannot dive;\nAnd like the Jiang's long stream,\nWherewith no raft can strive.\n\nRu Fen\n\nAlong the raised banks of the Ru,\nTo hew slim stem and branch I wrought,\nMy lord away, my husband true,\nLike hunger-pang my troubled thought!\nAlong the raised banks of the Ru,\nBranch and fresh shoot confessed my art.\nI've seen my lord, my husband true,\nAnd still he folds me in his heart.\nAs the toiled bream makes red its tail,\nToil you, Sir, for the royal House,\nAmidst its blazing fires, nor quail:\nYour parents see you pay your vows.\n\nLin Zhi Zhi\n\nAs the feet of the lin, which avoid each living thing,\nSo our prince's noble sons no harm to people will bring.\nThey are the lin!\nAs the front of the lin, never forward thrust in wrath,\nSo our prince's noble grandsons of love tread the path.\nThey are the lin!\nAs the horn of the lin, flesh-tipped, no wound to give,\nSo our prince's noble kindred kindly with all live.\nThey are the lin!