The Heuen Néaou

By Heaven sent down, the swallow came to earth,
And gave to our great Seeh his mystic birth.
The sire of Shang, his children long abode
In Yin-land, waxing great. Thereafter God.
Gave to the martial T‘ang His charge, that he
Should to each State assign its boundary.

T‘ang grandly thus possessed the regions nine,
And to each quarter did its lords assign.
First lord of Shang, the sovereign power who swayed,
He got his charge, certain and stable made.
Thus to our king the throne Woo-ting conveyed.

Woo-ting’s descendant is a martial king,
Whose powers, however taxed, still victory bring.
Ten lords, whose chariots dragon banners grace,
His millet dishes in due order place.

A thousand le extends the king’s domain,
And there the people to repose are fain.
Lo! to the four seas thence our borders spread,
And from the space within there come to aid
Our temple service many chiefs arrayed.
Our hill of King for border has the Ho,
’Twas right the sovereignty to Shang should go;
And from its ruler now all honours flow.