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[Odes: Qin]\n\nChe Lin\n\nHis many chariots rush along,\nDrawn by white-fronted steeds and strong.\nWhen audience now we wish to gain,\nHis eunuchs' aid we must obtain.\nThe varnish trees on hill-sides grow,\nAnd chestnuts on the lands below.\nWhen access to the prince we've found,\nWe sit and hear the lutes' sweet sound.\nIf we seize not this joy to-day,\nOld age will have us for its prey.\nThe mulberries on the hill-sides grow,\nAnd willows where the grounds are low.\nWhen to the prince our way we've made,\nWe sit and hear the organs played.\nIf we pass by this joy to-day,\nOld age will bear us all away.\n\nSi Tie\n\nOur ruler to the hunt proceeds;\nAnd black as iron are his steeds\nThat heed the charioteer's command,\nWho holds the six reins in his hand.\nHis favourites follow to the chase,\nRejoicing in his special grace.\nThe season's males, alarmed, arise,\nThe season's males, of wondrous size.\nDriven by the beaters, forth they spring,\nSoon caught within the hunters' ring.\n"Drive on their left," the ruler cries;\nAnd to its mark his arrow flies.\nThe hunting done, northward he goes;\nAnd in the park the driver shows\nThe horses' points, and his own skill\nThat rules and guides them at his will.\nLight cars, whose teams small bells display,\nThe long and short-mouthed dogs convey.\n\nXiao Rong\n\nBefore my mind's eye stands my lord's short car,\nIn which he dares the risks of savage war:\nIts pole, whose end turns upward, curving round,\nAnd in five places shines, with leather bound;\nThe slip rings and the side straps; the masked place,\nWhere gilt rings to the front unite the trace;\nThe mat of tiger's skin; the naves so long;\nThe steeds, with left legs white, and piebalds, strong.\nSuch my lord's car! He rises in my mind,\nLovely and bland, like jade of richest kind;\nYet there he lives, in his log hut apart:\nThe very thought confuses all my heart.\nThe driver with the six reins guides along\nThe horses, with their shining coats, and strong:\nOne inside dappled, one bay with black inane;\nBlack-mouthed and bay, and black, the outer twain.\nShields, dragon-figured, rise up side by side,\nShelter in front 'gainst missiles to provide.\nGilt buckles with the carriage front connect\nThe inner reins by which the insides are checkt.\nI see my lord, thus in his carriage borne,\nWith his mild form the frontier towns adorn.\nWhat time can be for his return assigned?\nAh me! his figure ever fills my mind!\nWith measured steps move the mail-covered team.\nThe trident spears, with gilded shaft-ends gleam.\nThe feather-figured shield, of beauty rare,\nHe holds before him, all his foes to dare.\nThe bow-case, made of tiger's skin, and bright\nWith metal plates, lies ready for the fight.\nIt holds two bows which bamboo frames secure,\nAnd keep unhurt, to send the arrows sure.\nTo him thus busy all my thoughts are borne,\nBoth when I rest at night and rise at morn.\nHe, my good lord, is tranquil and serene,\nHis virtuous fame more prized, the more he's seen.\n\nJian Jia\n\nReed and rush are dark and green;\nAs hoar-frost the white dew is seen.\nHim, the person I have in mind,\nBy this water I should find.\nSearching, up the stream I haste,\nOn a long and toilsome quest.\nDownwards then I turn, and see!\nIn the mid-stream standeth he.\nHe is there but far removed;\nVain has all my searching proved.\nReed and rush luxuriant rise;\nStill undried the white dew lies.\nHim, the person I have in mind,\nOn the stream's edge I should find.\nUpwards first my course I keep,\nThough the way is rough and steep.\nDownwards then, and what to see?\nIn the mid-stream standeth he,\nOn the islet, far removed;\nVain has all my searching proved.\nReed and rush grow thick and tall;\nCeases not the dew to fall.\nHim, the person I have in mind,\nOn the stream's bank I should find.\nUpwards first I go along,\nBut the hard path leads me wrong.\nDownwards then my steps I turn,\nAnd in mid-stream him discern,\nOn the island, far removed;\nVain has all my searching proved.\n...