Classic of Poetry

Fat and large are the stallions, On the plains of the far-distant borders. Of those stallions, fat and large, Some are black and white-breeched; some light yellow; Some, pure black; some, bay; [All], splendid carriage horses. His thoughts are without limit;— He thinks of his horses, and they are thus good.

Fat and large are the stallions, On the plains of the far-distant borders. Of those stallions, fat and large, Some are piebald, green and white; others, yellow and white; Some, yellowish red; some, dapple grey; [All], strong carriage horses. His thoughts are without end;— He thinks of his horses, and they are thus strong.

Fat and large are the stallions, On the plains of the far-distant borders. Of those stallions fat and large, Some are flecked as with scales; some, white and black-maned; Some, red and black-maned; some, black and white-maned; [All], docile in the carriage, His thoughts never weary;— He thinks of his horses, and such they become.

Fat and large are the stallions, On the plains of the far-distant borders. Of those stallions, fat and large, Some are cream-coloured; some, red and white; Some, with white hairy legs; some, with fishes’ eyes; [All], stout carriage horses. His thoughts are without depravity;— He thinks of his horses, and thus serviceable are they.