The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2"How fine is your skill!" So said I to you;
’Twas when near to Nao we met on the way.
That moment two males attracted our view,
And at them we dashed, to make them our prey.
The chase being over, you said with a bow,
"If skillful am I, not less so art thou!"
3"How you know your art!" I said to you then,
When south of Mount Nao together we came.
That moment two wolves came under our ken,
And hotly we drove, well pleased with the game.
The chase being over, you said with a bow,
"If I know my art, as artful art thou!"