On King Wu's Progress through his Dominions, after the Overthrow of Shang

Now that he takes his journey through the land,
May highest Heaven acknowledge him Its Son!
Yea, Heaven doth honour him who now succeeds
Unto the throne of Chow. And dread is he;
And none there is who trembles not before him!

The host of Spirits he hath won to him,
Far as the Ho, far as the highest hills.
Assuredly a Sovereign is our king.
Glorious is he who ruleth over Chow,
In due succession seated on its throne.

Away, away (with war) — with shield and spear!
Away — shut up the arrow and the bow!
Virtue benign be now our (only) quest;
Virtue, to spread throughout this ancient land: —
Assuredly our king will cherish it.