The Keih Jih

The day Mow-shin was lucky found ;
Then to the Sire of steeds we prayed.
Our cars and teams and gear were good ;—
We scour the heights where wild game strayed.

And Kang-woo also lucky proved ;
We picked our steeds, and chose our ground,—
Where stags and does by Ts‘eih and Ts‘eu
Made sport for him whom Heaven had crowned.

We viewed the plain where teeming game
Now shivering stand, now frantic run ;
Here two, there three. We charged along,
Pleasure to yield to Heaven’s great Son.

We bend our bows; our shafts we grasp ;
There les the huge behemoth low,
And boars are pierced :—spoil for the guests,
At court, when wine-cups overflow,