Arthur Waley 
Chinese Poems [PDF ebook] 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. We grasp our battles-spears: we don our breast-plates of hide. The axles of our chariots touch [those of the enemy] our short swords meet. Standards obscure the sun the foe roll up like clouds.