The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2Fitness for war, ’mid peace, we here acquire,
Around the Lo, whose waters, broad and deep,
Flow swiftly on. Eastward our king has come,
With gems far gleaming round his scabbard's mouth.
Long may he live;—for myriads of years,
And still maintain the fortunes of his house!
3Fitness for war, ’mid peace, we here acquire,
Around the Lo, whose waters, broad and deep
Flow swiftly on. Eastward our king has come,
Happy, and of all dignities possessed.
Long may he live;—for myriads of years,
Preserving safe his many clans and states!