The Ch‘ê Lin; narrative and allusive. Celebrating the growing opulence and style of some lord of Ch‘in, and the pleasures and freedom of his court.

1His many chariots rush along,
Drawn by white-fronted steeds and strong.
When audience now we wish to gain,
His eunuchs’ aid we must obtain.

2The varnish trees on hillsides grow,
And chestnuts on the lands below.
When access to the prince we've found,
We sit and hear the lutes’ sweet sound.
If we seize not this joy to-day,
Old age will have us for its prey.

3The mulberries on the hillsides grow,
And willows where the grounds are low.
When to the prince our way we've made
We sit and hear the organs played.
If we pass by this joy to-day,
Old age will bear us all away.