Poems of Meng Jiao
With Minister Qian, Sweet Dew
There are no words for Heaven's mystery,
Sweet dew upon these green pines.
Suddenly, I see its hanging calligraphy,
Hear Li River rush into the lake.
Spring's branches, graceful in the dawn.
Sweet scent, floating in the morning air.
The master arrives to offer the rites and
My heart becomes quiet and sincere.
Unmoving, I cherish these pure breezes.
A light fog seems to dim my eyes.
Such days of goodness, with colors more bright,
Have long preserved lovingkindness.
One place it is hard to stand alone which
No one under Heaven will dispute, is to
Constantly listen to Heaven's messengers
In the profound light of virtue's gates.
From you comes the joy of long life
And overflowing blessings for posterity.
"Sweet dew" (甘露) is some kind of natural phenomenon where the dew upon the plants and trees becomes fragrant. It was considered a sign of goodness from Heaven. We see here that it merited official notice and had its own rites.