The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2Fishes there among the pondweed glide;
From the bank their long tails are descried;—
Fishes could not happier be.
Here in Hao resides the king, our lord;
Festive pleasures joy to him afford.
Happy and at ease is he.
3Fishes there among the pondweed live,
Shelter to them where the rushes give;—
Fishes could not happier be.
Here in Hao the king, our lord, resides;
Safe and tranquil ever here he bides.
Happy and at ease is he.