The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
With yokes adorned, and naves with leather bound,
While at the bits the eight bells tinkling sound,
The feudal princes come, to take their part
In all the offerings made with rev'rent heart.
To us the mighty sovereignty was given;
And prosperous fortune long sent down from Heaven
Our fruitful harvests clearly prove. And now
Himself pleased with our service Tang will show,
And on us blessings without end bestow.
May Tang regard the rites his son thus pays,
As round the summer comes, and autumn days!