The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, , at sacred-texts.com
2In grace and grandeur shone our prince and king.
At sacrifice his ministers all bring
Their cups, each handle half a mace.
Solemn and grave, on left and right they stand,
And pour libations with a reverent hand;—
Well do such men the service grace!
3Upon the king the boats are borne along,
As to their oars the rowers bend, and strong
Impel them to their utmost speed.
So marched our king in his avenging wrath,
His six hosts swiftly following on his path;—
How could his plans fail to succeed?
4The Milky Way reveals its span on high,
With light and beauty bright’ning all the sky;—
Men view it with admiring gaze.
Long lived the king, and lasting influence shed
Throughout the land, where his great son displayed
The glorious issues of his ways.
5The vessels, formed of metal and of jade,
By graver's tools are still more precious made;—
With grace their worth is thus combined. p. 343
Unceasing were the labors of our king;
East, west, north, south, his laws and rules shall bring
The reverent homage of each mind.