The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2 On southern hills are mulberry trees,
On northern willows grow.
Your presence here, my noble guests,
Makes my joy overflow.
Your virtue's rays through all my regions shine;
Myriads of years be yours in boundless line! p. 207
3 On southern hills the medlars thrive,
And plum trees in the north.
Your presence here, my noble guests,
The richest joy calls forth.
Parental love ye for my people show,
And may your virtuous fame decay ne’er know!
4 The southern hills the k‘ao display,
The northern have the niu.
Here at our feast, my noble guests,
My heart rests glad in you.
The eyebrows of long life your foreheads crown;
Still wider be your virtuous fame's renown!
5 The honey trees on southern hills,
The yü on northern rise.
Your presence here, my noble guests,
Rare happiness supplies.
Gray hair and wrinkled face yours yet shall be:
May future times your sons as prosperous see!