The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2 Our axes and chisels we broke
To pieces, and splintered and rent.
But the duke of Chou meant, when eastward he went,
The four states all reformed to present.
Oh! the pity was good
That on them he bestowed!
3 Our axes we broke, and our clubs
To fragments were splintered and split. p. 179
But the duke of Chou meant, when eastward he went,
The four states in close union to knit.
Oh! the pity was rare
That he showed for them there!