James Legge,
The Shih King, or, Book of Poetry
“ We sow all the kinds of grain, Which grow up straight and large, So that the wish of the distant descendant is satisfied.It ears and the fruit lies soft in its sheath; It hardens and is of good quality; There is no wolf's-tail grass nor darnel. We remove the insects that eat the heart and the leaf, And those that eat the roots and the joints, So that they shall not hurt the young plants of our fields. May the spirit, the Father of Husbandry [1] , Lay hold of them, and put them in the blazing fire! ”
