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Confucius - The Rejoicings Of A Bridegroom
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With axle creaking, all on fire I went,
   To fetch my young and lovely bride.
  No thirst or hunger pangs my bosom rent--
   I only longed to have her by my side.
  I feast with her, whose virtue fame had told,
  Nor need we friends our rapture to behold.

  The long-tailed pheasants surest covert find,
   Amid the forest on the plain.
  Here from my virtuous bride, of noble mind,
   And person tall, I wisdom gain.
  I praise her while we feast, and to her say,
  "The love I bear you ne`er will know decay.

  "Poor we may be; spirits and viands fine
   My humble means will not afford.
  But what we have, we`ll taste and not repine;
   From us will come no grumbling word.
  And though to you no virtue I can add,
  Yet we will sing and dance, in spirit glad.

  "I oft ascend that lofty ridge with toil,
   And hew large branches from the oaks;
  Then of their leafy glory them I spoil,
   And fagots form with vigorous strokes.
  Returning tired, your matchless grace I see,
  And my whole soul dissolves in ecstasy.

  "To the high hills I looked, and urged each steed;
   The great road next was smooth and plain.

  Up hill, o`er dale, I never slackened speed;
    Like lute-string sounded every rein.
  I knew, my journey ended, I should come
  To you, sweet bride, the comfort of my home."
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