To the hills of the East we went,
And long had we there to remain.
When the word of recall was sent,
Thick and fast came the drizzling
rain.
The heavenly gourds rise to the eye,
With their fruit hanging under
the eave.
In our chambers the sow-bug we spy;
Their webs on our doors spiders
weave.
Our paddocks seem crowded with deer,
With the glow-worm’s
light all about.
Such thoughts, while they filled us with
fear,
We tried, but in vain, to
keep out.
To the hills of the East we went,
And long had we there to remain.
When the word of recall was sent,
Thick and fast came the drizzling
rain.
On ant-hills screamed cranes with delight;
In their rooms were our wives
sighing sore.
Our homes they had swept and made tight:—
All at once we arrived at
the door.
The bitter gourds hanging are seen,
From branches of chestnut-trees
high.
Three years of toil away we had been,
Since such a sight greeted
the eye.
To the hills of the East we went,
And long had we there to remain.
When the word of recall was sent,
Thick and fast came the drizzling
rain.
With its wings now here, and now there,
Is the oriole sporting in
flight.
Those brides to their husbands repair,
Their steeds red and bay,
flecked with white.
Each mother has fitted each sash;
Their equipments are full
and complete;
But fresh unions, whatever their dash,
Can ne’er with reunions
compete.
There is a Proper Way for Doing Everything
In hewing an axe-shaft, how must you act?
Another axe take, or you’ll
never succeed.
In taking a wife, be sure ’tis a
fact,
That with no go-between you
never can speed.
In hewing an axe-shaft, hewing a shaft,
For a copy you have the axe
in your hand.
In choosing a wife, you follow the craft,
And forthwith on the mats
the feast-vessels stand.
PART II.—MINOR ODES TO THE KINGDOM
BOOK I
DECADE OF LUH MING
A Festal Ode
With sounds of happiness the deer
Browse on the celery of the
meads.
A nobler feast is furnished here,
With guests renowned for noble
deeds.
The lutes are struck; the organ blows,
Till all its tongues in movement
heave.
Each basket loaded stands, and shows
The precious gifts the guests
receive.
They love me and my mind will teach,
How duty’s highest aim to reach.
With sounds of happiness the deer
The southern-wood crop in
the meads,
What noble guests surround me here,
Distinguished for their worthy
deeds!
From them my people learn to fly
Whate’er is mean; to
chiefs they give
A model and a pattern high;—
They show the life they ought
to live.
Then fill their cups with spirits rare,
Till each the banquet’s joy shall
share.