The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2We pushed our barrows, and our burdens bore;
We drove our wagons, and our oxen led.
"The work once done, our labor there is o’er,
And home we travel," to ourselves we said. p. 320
3Close kept our footmen round the chariot track;
Our eager host in close battalions sped.
"When once our work is done, then we go back,
Our labor over," to themselves they said.
4Hard was the work we had at Seay to do,
But Shao's great earl the city soon upreared
The host its service gave with ardor true;—
Such power in all the earl's commands appeared!
5We did on plains and low lands what was meet;
We cleared the springs and streams, the land to drain.
The earl of Shao announced his work complete,
And the king's heart reposed, at rest again.