The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, , at sacred-texts.com
2The red bows unbent were received, and are fixed
On frames,—to await service done for our states.
Lo! here is a prince who well merits the prize;
With joy my whole heart in his presence dilates.
The bells and the drums in good order all stand;—
And this morning his place shall be on my right hand. p. 212
3The red bows unbent were received, and are placed
In cases,—to show how we merit revere.
Lo! here is a prince such reward who deserves;
For him in my heart's core the love is sincere.
With our bells and our drums the court shall resound,
While for him all the morning the pledge cup goes round.