Classic of Poetry

Shuh has gone hunting, Mounted in his chariot and four. The reins are in his grasp like ribbons, While the two outside horses move [with regular steps], as dancers do. Shuh is at the marshy ground;— The fire flames out all at once, And with bared arms he seizes a tiger, And presents it before the duke. O Shuh, try not [such sport] again; Beware of getting hurt.

Shuh has gone hunting, Mounted in his chariot with four bay horses. The two insides are the finest possible animals, And the two outsides follow them regularly as in a flying flock of wild geese. Shuh is at the marshy ground;— The fire blazes up all at once. A skilful archer is Shuh! A good charioteer also! Now he gives his horses the reins; now he brings them up; Now he discharges his arrow; now he follows it.

Shuh has gone hunting, Mounted in his chariot with four grey horses. His two insides have their heads in a line, And the two outsides come after like arms. Shuh is at the marsh;— The fire spreads grandly all together. His horses move slowly; He shoots but seldom; Now he lays aside his quiver; Now he returns his bow to the case.