Classic of Poetry

With pleased sounds the deer call to one another, Eating the celery of the fields. I have here admirable guests; The lutes are struck, and the organ is blown [for them];— The organ is blown till its tongues are all moving. The baskets of offerings [also] are presented to them. The men love me, And will show me the perfect path.

With pleased sounds the deer call to one another, Eating the southernwood of the fields. I have here admirable guests, Whose virtuous fame is grandly brilliant. They show the people not to be mean; The officers have in them a pattern and model. I have good wine, Which my admirable guests drink, enjoying themselves.

With pleased sounds the deer call to one another, Eating the salsola of the fields. I have here admirable guests, For whom are struck the lutes, large and small. The lutes, large and small, are struck, And our harmonious joy is long-continued. I have good wine, To feast and make glad the hearts of my admirable guests.