See our princely lady, from whom we have got
Rejoicing that's endless! May her happy lot
And her honors complete ever shine!
~The Fruitfulness of the Locust~
Ye locusts, winged tribes,
Gather in concord fine;
Well your descendants may
In numerous bright hosts shine!
Ye locusts, winged tribes,
Your wings in flight resound;
Well your descendants may
In endless lines be found!
Ye locusts, winged tribes,
Together cluster strong;
Well your descendants may
In swarms forever throng!
~Lamenting the Absence of a Cherished Friend~
Though small my basket, all my toil
Filled it with mouse-ears but in part.
I set it on the path, and sighed
For the dear master of my heart.
My steeds, o'er-tasked, their progress stayed,
When midway up that rocky height.
Give me a cup from that gilt vase--
When shall this longing end in sight?
To mount that lofty ridge I drove,
Until my steeds all changed their hue.
A cup from that rhinoceros's horn
May help my longing to subdue.
Striving to reach that flat-topped hill,
My steeds, worn out, relaxed their strain;
My driver also sank oppressed:--
I'll never see my lord again!
~Celebrating the Goodness of the Descendants of King Wan~
As the feet of the _lin_, which avoid each living thing,
So our prince's noble sons no harm to men will bring.
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