Classic of Poetry

Into the recesses of the large mound Came the wind whirling from the south. There was [our] happy, courteous sovereign, Rambling and singing; And I took occasion to give forth my notes.

‘Full of spirits you ramble; Full of satisfaction you rest. O happy and courteous sovereign, May you fulfill your years, And end them like your ancestors!

‘Your territory is great and glorious, And perfectly secure. O happy and courteous sovereign, May you fulfill your years, As the host of all the Spirits!

‘You have received the appointment long-acknowledged, With peace around your happiness and dignity. O happy and courteous sovereign, May you fulfill your years, With pure happiness your constant possession!

‘You have helpers and supporters, Men of filial piety and of virtue, To lead you on, and act as wings to you, [So that], O happy and courteous sovereign, You are a pattern to the four quarters [of the kingdom].

‘Full of dignity and majesty [are they], Like a jade-mace [in its purity], The subject of praise, the contemplation of hope. O happy and courteous sovereign, [Through them] the four quarters [of the kingdom] are guided by you.

‘The male and female phœnix fly about, Their wings rustling, While they settle in their proper resting place. Many are your admirable officers, O king, Ready to be employed by you, Loving you, the son of Heaven.

‘The male and female phœnix fly about, Their wings rustling, As they soar up to heaven. Many are your admirable officers, O king, Waiting for your commands, And loving the multitudes of the people.

‘The male and female phœnix give out their notes, On that lofty ridge. The dryandras grow, On those eastern slopes. They grow luxuriantly; And harmoniously the notes resound.

‘Your carriages, O sovereign, Are many, many. Your horses, O sovereign, Are well trained and fleet. I have made my few verses, In prolongation of your song.’