Chinese and Arabian Literature - E. Wilson - The Search For Mecca

BOOK XI
THE ODES OF TS'IN
Celebrating the Opulence of the Lords of Ts'in
Our ruler to the hunt proceeds;
And black as iron are his steeds
That heed the charioteer's command,
Who holds the six reins in his hand.
His favorites follow to the chase,
Rejoicing in his special grace.
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The season's males, alarmed, arise
The season's males, of wondrous size.
Driven by the beaters, forth they spring,
Soon caught within the hunters' ring.
" Drive on their left," the ruler cries
And to its mark his arrow flies.
The hunting done, northward he goes
And in the park the driver shows
The horses' points, and his own skill
That rules and guides them at his will.
Light cars whose teams small bells display,
iThe long- and short-mouthed dogs convey.
A Complaint
He lodged us in a spacious house,
And plenteous was our fare.
But now at every frugal meal
There's not a scrap to spare.
Alas ! alas that this good man
Could not go on as he began
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