The Nan Yéw Kéa Yu

The fishers of the south for barbel make
Sharp search, and many with their baskets take.
The host his noble guests has gathered here ;
They drink with him, and joyous share his cheer.

The barbel of the south are largely caught
In wicker nets, which then to land are brought.
The host has round him called each noble guest ;
They drink with him, delighted with the feast.

The southern trees with drooping branches grow,
Round which the sweet gourds clasp and twine below.
His noble guests around the host we see;
They drink with him, and feast in cheerful glee.

About the Filial doves incessant fly ;”
Flock follows flock, in wheeling circles high.
The noble guests long at their cups remain ;
They freely drink, and then they drink again.