The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, , at sacred-texts.com
2Our hunting cars were light and good,
Each with its team of noble steeds.
Still further east we took the way
To Fu mere's grassy plains that leads.
4Each with full team, the princes came,
A lengthened train in bright array.
In gold-wrought slippers, kneecaps red,
They looked as on an audience day.
5Each right thumb wore the metal guard;
On the left arm its shield was bound.
In unison the arrows flew;
The game lay piled upon the ground.
6The leaders of the tawny teams
Sped on their course, direct and true.
The drivers perfect skill displayed;
Like blow well aimed each arrow flew.
7Neighing and pleased, the steeds returned;
The bannered lines back slowly came.
No jostling rude disgraced the crowd;
The king declined large share of game.
8So did this famous hunt proceed!
So free it was from clamorous sound!
Well does our king become his place,
And high the deeds his reign have crowned!