小雅·甫田之什·甫田

倬彼甫田，岁取十千。我取其陈，食我农人。自古有年。今适南亩，或耘或耔。黍稷薿薿，攸介攸止，烝我髦士。
以我齐明，与我牺羊，以社以方。我田既臧，农夫之庆。琴瑟击鼓，以御田祖。以祈甘雨，以介我稷黍，以穀我士女。
曾孙来止，以其妇子。馌彼南亩，田畯至喜。攘其左右，尝其旨否。禾易长亩，终善且有。曾孙不怒，农夫克敏。
曾孙之稼，如茨如梁。曾孙之庾，如坻如京。乃求千斯仓，乃求万斯箱。黍稷稻粱，农夫之庆。报以介福，万寿无疆。
Harvest*
“Endless extend my boundless fields；
A tenth is levied of their yields.
I take grain from old store
To feed the peasants' mouth.
We've good years as of yore；
Igo to acres south.
They gather roots and weed；
Lush grow millets I see.
Collected by those who lead，
They are presented to me.

“I offer millets nice
And rams in sacrifice
To spirits of the land
That lush my fields become.
Joyful my peasants stand；
They play lute and beat drum.
We pray to God of Fields
That rain and sunshine thrives
To increase our millet yields
And bless my men and their wives."

Our lord's grandson comes near.
Our wives and children dear
Bring food to acres south.
The o'erseer opens mouth,
From left to right takes food
And tastes whether it's good.
Abundant millets grow
Over acres high and low.
Our lord's grandson is glad；
His peasants are not bad.

The grandson's crops in piles
Stand high as the roof tiles.
His stacks upon the ground
Look like hillock and mound.
He seeks stores in all parts
And conveys crops in carts.
We peasants sing in praise
Of millet，paddy，maize.
He'll be blessed night and day
And live happy for aye.