The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2The men of Ch‘ing all round in Hsiao are spread,
Although the chariot, with its mail-clad team,
Looks martiallike, and, rising from it, gleam
The hookèd spears, one high, one low displayed;
Yet aimless look they all about the Ho!
3The men of Ch‘ing have moved to Chou. Proud pace
The mail-clad team, whose driver on the left
Wheels round the chariot, and the spearman deft
Displays his spear; ’tween them the general's face
Looks pleased;—‘tis mimic war upon the Ho!