The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2The k‘ao trees thrive on the mountain's brow,
And the new trees rise where the grounds are low.
Unwatered your courts, your rooms are unwept;
Your drums and your bells all silent are kept.
All these another shall have by and by,
For the time will come when you shall die.
3The varnish trees on the mountains grow,
And the chestnuts rise where the grounds are low.
Why not, at the feast, your lute gayly play,
To add to your joy, and lengthen the day.
Another's your house will be by and by,
For the time will come when you shall die.