The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2How at the foot of Yüan Ch‘iu’s height
Your blows upon the drum resound!
In winter and in summer, there
With egret's plume in hand you're found.
3To Yüan Ch‘iu as you move along,
You beat your sounding earthenware.
In winter and in summer both,
Your fan of egret's plumes you bear.