The Second Decade of Nán yǒu jiā yú, I have deleted the missing titles, and re-arranged the chapters, so the text here is different with the original book of W. Jennings. The list below are the titles of the Minor odes titles both in Chinese and Pinyin.
南有嘉魚之什:
1 南有嘉魚, 2 南山有臺, 3 蓼蕭, 4 湛露, 5 彤弓, 6 菁菁者莪, 7 六月, 8 采芑, 9 車攻, 10 吉日
1 Nán yǒu jiā yú, 2 nánshān yǒu tái, 3 liǎo xiāo, 4 zhàn lù, 5 tóng gōng, 6 jīngjīng zhě é, 7 liù yuè, 8 cǎi qǐ, 9 chē gōng, 10 jírì
II. ii. 1. THE WELCOME OF GUESTS.
GOOD fish men find in the South, And shoals are caught by the net. The worthy master hath wine ; Good guests, then feast with him, all well met !
Good fish men find in the South, And shoals are caught in the creel. The worthy master hath wine ; Good guests, enjoy then the cheering meal !
The trees bend low in the South ; Sweet gourds all over them wind. The worthy master hath wine ; Good guests, then feast, with a gladsome mind.
The doves were scattered in flight, Then all together they drew. The worthy master hath wine ; Good guests, then feast, and the feast renew !
II. ii. 2. THE PRINCE TO HIS MINISTERS.
ON the hills in the south the sedges grow, And the orach on those of the north. The delight of my life are ye, good sirs, For the State is built up on your worth. The delight of my life are ye good sirs ; May ye live through myriad year, countless years !
On the hills in the south are the mulberry-trees, And the willow on those of the north. The delight of my life, good sirs, are ye, Whence the light of the land shines forth. The delight of my life, good sirs, are ye ; May your years through unnumbered aeons be!
On the hills in the south the medlars grow, On the hills in the north the plum. The delight of my life are ye, worthy men, And to you as to parents men come. The delight of my life are ye, worthy men ; May your virtuous fame ne'er fail men's ken !
On the hills in the south is the varnish-tree, On the north ones wood for the bow. The delight of my life, good sirs, are ye, And the honours of age ye show. The delight of my life, good sirs, are ye ; May the fame of your worth spread gloriously !
On the hills in the south is the honey-tree, On the northern the sycamore. The delight of my life, worthy sirs, are ye, And are ye not wrinkled and hoar ? The delight of my life, worthy sirs, are ye ; (Heaven) defend and maintain your posterity !
II. ii. 3. THE KING TO THE FEUDAL PRINCES.
STRONG grows the southernwood, and fast, Bespangled with the dew. My noble guests I see at last ; Light beats my heart anew. Now to the feast and to the merry jest ! And so shall glad content fill every breast.
How grows the southernwood apace, Moist with its dewy load ! My noble guests are come, to grace And brighten my abode. Upright and good, with ne'er a taint of blame, Long life be yours, and unforgotten fame !
Strong grows the southernwood, and fast, With heavy dewdrops wet. My noble guests I see at last ; Eat, drink your fill, be all well met ! And let all brothers live as brothers should ! Long life and joy await the nobly good !
Yea, well the southernwood must thrive, That dew so rich sustains. My noble guests I've seen arrive, With the long dangling reins ! Their bells before and aft made music fine ! May thousand blessings on them all combine !
II. ii. 4. THE SAME. AT THE FEAST.
HEAVY, heavy lies the dew ; Till the sun shines must it stay. Drink ye all your fill to-night : Till well drunk must none away ! Heavy, heavy lies the dew On the meadows richly grassed. Drink ye all your fill to-night : In my chamber drink your last. Heavy, heavy lies the dew On the willows, on the thorns. Noble men are here, and true : None but Virtue's path adorns. Like those monarchs of the wood, That with grace their fruit display, Are my lords, at happy ease : None but acts in courtliest way.
II. ii. 5. ON THE PRESENTATION OF THE VERMILION BOW.*
VERMILION bows, unbent as yet, Were left me, and apart I stored them. Now have I here distinguished guests, To whom I cordially award them. And ready be the drum and gong ! We'll feast them, well the whole morn long.
Vermilion bows, unbent as yet, Were left me, and on frames I strung them. Now have I here distinguished guests ; Right proud am I to be among them. Then ready be the drum and gong ! We'll honour them the whole morn long.
Vermilion bows, unbent, have I, And had them cased for their protection. Now have I here distinguished guests, And such as win my true affection. Then ready be the drum and gong ! We'll drink to them the whole morn long.
*Given by the king to princes of extraordinary merit. Vermilion was the colour of rank and merit affected by the House of Chow, and the presentation of a vermilion bow was the highest mark of favour a prince could receive.
II. ii. 6. JOYOUS GREETING OF A GOOD KING.*
BRIGHTLY the aster flowers unfold There midway on the height. Our eyes our Ruler now behold : Hail him with festal rite.
Brightly the aster flowers unfold There midway on the isle. Our eyes our Ruler now behold ; Our hearts rejoice the while.
Brightly the aster flowers unfold There midway on the mound. Our eyes our Ruler now behold ; And gifts he scatters round.
Ah, boat of willow-wood, impelled || By waves o'er trough and crest! Our eyes our Euler have beheld ; Our hearts are now at rest.
* Supposed originally to be expressive of joy because of the king's encouragement of education and talent. When the Ruler does this, says the Preface, "then all under Heaven rejoice and are glad thereat." Probably the Ode commemorates a royal visit to some school.
II. ii. 7. KI-FU'S EXPEDITION AGAINST THE WILD NORTHERN TRIBES.*
'TWAS the sixth month. In hurry and flurry Chariots of war were equipped for the road ; Quadruple teams were dancing and prancing ; Baggage and arms in waggons were stowed. Fiercely the Hin-Yuns raged and blustered, So was there need of the utmost haste. Forth must we march at the royal bidding, Royal dominions to save from waste.
Evenly matched were the dusky coursers, Patterns of training each team of four. While the sixth month was yet unended Ready were all our trappings of war. Trappings of war were all completed ; Stages were fixed at miles eleven ; Forth then we marched at the royal bidding, Forth to the aid of the Son of Heaven.
Fine, strong males were the teams of chargers, Bearing their heads right loftily. At the Hin-Yuns we dashed, and smote them, Bent on a brilliant victory. Sternly, steadily moved our battalions ; Soldierly service we rendered then ; Soldierly service we rendered, bringing Peace to the royal domains again.
Ah, the Hin-Yuns showed scant discernment, Making in Tsiau and in Hwo so free, Pushing to Hau and to Fang their encroachments, - North of the King eventually. (Now came) our banners with birds emblazoned, And the white pennons in proud display, Ten of the largest fighting chariots Going in front to clear the way.
Steady and sure proved the fighting chariots, Well were they balanced, before and aft ; Strong were the teams of colts that drew them, Strong, and rare proofs of the trainer's craft. At the Hin-Yuns we dashed, and smote them, Far as T'ai-yuan we stayed not our hand. Ki-fu (our leader) in peace or in war-time Stands out a pattern for every land.
Now at the feast Ki-fu makes merry, Great is the joy befalls him now. Long was our march, aye long and tedious, Homewards coming again from Hau. Wine and good cheer he gives to his comrades, Slices of carp, roast turtle too ; Aye, and who takes his place beside them ? Chang- Chung the Filial and the True !
II. ii. 8. FANG-SHU'S EXPEDITION AGAINST THE MAN-KING.*
O THEY bade us gather forage, There on lands of tillage new, Here on plats of one year's clearing, For upon us came Fang-Shu! He had chariots, full three thousand, And of guards a well-tried band ; And he rode along before them With his piebalds four in hand, With his piebalds sure and steady, In his red grand car of state, With his screen, his fish-skin quivers, And his dangling reins and gear ornate.
O They bade us gather forage, There on fields of tillage new, Here amid the village farmsteads, For upon us came Fang-Shu, With his chariots full three thousand Waving flags, he in the van. And his car had hide-bound axles, And, in front, the gilded span, Bound round with red leather. And the eight bells making music. His high uniform he wore, And the stately scarlet apron, And the green gem tinkling down before.
Swift as darts the glede kite yonder, Soaring up into the blue, Settling down anon and resting, So upon us came Fang-Shu, With his chariots full three thousand, With his guards, the well-tried band. These he led ; and now his cymbals, Now his drums, spoke his command, Ranged his hosts, wheeled his battalions : Trusty and renowned Fang-Shu ! Gravely boomed his drums (to battle), Gaily sounded they as all withdrew.
Ah, ye Southerners are dullards Our great country to oppose ! With great age Fang-Shu is weighted, Yet rare strategy he shows. With his men he seized the Chieftains, And brought off a captive crowd ; Onward rolled his war-cars, swarming, Swarming, overwhelming, loud is the crash and din of thunder : Trusty and renowned Fang-Shu ! Once he went Hin-Yuns to punish, Now he makes these tribes come, trembling too.
II. ii. 9. GRAND ROYAL HUNT GIVEN IN HONOUR OF THE FEUDAL-LORDS WHEN AT COURT.
OUR cars are stoutly made and manned, In equal drafts the horses stand In teams of four, superb and grand : Then Eastward ho ! there lies the land.
Trim are the hunting-cars, and sound, Eight sturdy teams for each are found. Fine covers in the East abound : Away ! there lies our hunting-ground.
The masters of the chase appear, Tell off their men, give orders clear, The banners fix, the "oxtails " rear : At Ngau, (quotha), we'll have the deer.
Ho now the teams are on the way, Four after four in long array ! Gilt shoes, red aprons, what display ! The pageant of an audience-day !
Gantlet and thumb-ring we attach, And to the bows the arrows match ; Each bowman has the same despatch ; Each adds to our great pile his batch.
The teams of bays are now inspanned ; The off-steeds well are kept in hand, Nor e'er their rapid pace relax. Each shaft goes hurtling like an axe!
And now what noise of neighing steeds, As the long bannered train recedes ! Runners and drivers made no scare, So yields the Larder each a share.
And they who led the chase to-day Great praise have won, without display. Ay, lordly men indeed are they ; Of skill consummate, sooth to say!
II. ii. 10. ROYAL HUNT, WITH GUESTS AND FRIENDS.
THERE is luck in the day with the fives in the date, And our prayers we have made at the shrine, And the cars for the hunt are in excellent state, And the teams look colossal and fine. The lofty hill yonder we'll breast, And chase the wild herds on its crest.
There is luck in the day with the sevens in the date ; We have chosen and drafted our nags ; And now where is the spot where the herds congregate, And the haunt of the does and the stags ? Where the T'si and the T'su streams flow. It is there Heaven's Son must go.
Look you there, in the midst of the upland plain, How the creatures are herding in troops ! Now they scamper away, now they settle again, And in threes and in pairs are the groups. Lead the way ! men and masters away ! Heaven's Son shall have pleasure to-day.
And now we are ready with bows to the fore, And the arrows are put to the string ; Ho, yonder one sticks in a two-year-old boar, To the ground here a monster we bring. On these shall our visitors dine, With tankards of new-made wine.