'For there his smell with others being mingled,
The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,
As if another chase were in the skies.
“混迹鹿群气无踪，
猎犬灵嗅鼻被惑，
狂吠无用空费功，
乱过林静尘埃落；
众狗开口回声答，
尘土又起再征伐”