载芟载柞，其耕泽泽。
千耦其耘，徂隰徂畛。
侯主侯伯，侯亚侯旅，侯彊侯以。
有嗿其馌，思媚其妇，有依其士。
有略其耜，俶载南亩。
播厥百壳，实函斯活。
驿驿其达，有厌其杰。
厌厌其苗，绵绵其麃。
载获济济，有实其积，万亿及秭。
为酒为醴，烝畀祖妣，以洽百礼。
有𫗣其香，邦家之光。
有椒其馨，胡考之宁。
匪且有且，匪今斯今，振古如兹。
The grass and bushes cleared away, / The ground is ploughed at break of day. A thousand pairs weed, hoe in hand; / They toil in old or new-tilled land. The master comes with all his sons, / The older and the younger ones. They are all strong and stout; / At noon they take meals out. They love their women fair / Who take of them good care. With the sharp plough they wield, / They break the southern field. All kinds of grain they sow / Burst into life and grow, Young shoots without end rise; / The longest strike the eyes. The grain grows lush here and there; / The toilers weed with care. The reapers come around; / The grain’s piled up aground. There’re millions of stacks fine / To be made food or wine For our ancestors’ shrine / And for the rites divine. The delicious food / Is glory of kinghood.