The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, , at sacred-texts.com
2The driver with the six reins guides along
The horses, with their shining coats, and strong:—.
One inside dappled, one bay with black mane;
Black-mouthed and bay, and black, the outer twain. p. 142
Shields, dragon-figured, rise up side by side,
Shelter in front ’gainst missiles to provide.
Gilt buckles with the carriage front connect
The inner reins by which the insides are checkt.
I see my lord, thus in his carriage borne,
With his mild form the frontier towns adorn.
What time can be for his return assigned?
Ah me! his figure ever fills my mind!
3With measured steps move the mail-covered team.
The trident spears, with gilded shaft ends gleam.
The feather-figured shield, of beauty rare,
He holds before him, all his foes to dare.
The bow case, made of tiger's skin, and bright
With metal plates, lies ready for the fight.
It holds two bows which bamboo frames secure,
And keep unhurt, to send the arrows sure.
To him thus busy all my thoughts are borne,
Both when I rest at night and rise at morn.
He, my good lord, is tranquil and serene,
His virtuous fame more prized, the more he's seen.