I ascend that northern hill, And gather the medlars. An officer, strong and vigorous, Morning and evening I am engaged in service. The king's business is not to be slackly performed; And my parents are left in sorrow.
My four horses never halt; The king's business allows no rest. They praise me as not yet old; They think few like me in vigour. While the backbone retains its strength, I must plan and labour in all parts of the kingdom.