A sage ruler gains worthy ministers
Heaven and earth then join in peace
Reverently, the mountain's essence
Mostly emerges in bright ages
My lord holds the mirror of culture
Stands alone beyond the dust
Wang Yan's vulgar demeanor
Cui Ling's petty style
Fragrance embraces orchid snow
Lofty elegance surpasses Song and Dai
Ji Kang's pine leads through winter cold
Zhuangzi's sword needs no grinding
Awe-inspiring as jade frost straight
Artisan's stone, golden hammer large
Poetry pierces bright moon pearls
Dao pats Anqi's back
Mid-revival, phoenixes gather
The upright way meets wind and clouds
Ten thousand scrolls seem like no books
Three mountains are like passing clods
Virtue! Heaven bestows it
Purity! Who can match it?
Laws exist at court's helm
No dust reaches official caps
All gaze, follow diligent service
Morning and evening, season the cauldron
For my lord, set order in the realm
For my lord, pacify the border forts
Who knows our sovereign's intent
Worries most for this Piling region
Personally bestows vermilion bows
The common people rely on this
Dismounting, nearby bandits scatter
All things are within the ice-pure jar
Gong Sui loved honesty and fairness
Ci Gong was overly meticulous
Pants and jackets, anvils shake the earth
Parents sing in market streets
□ snow locks spear points
Mist-like smoke surrounds banners
Rather think of Zichan's ice
Would envy Ren Tang's shallots?
Suddenly like spring's return again
Not just heaven doubly supporting
Proud crane of sea-bound peaks
Cold-green juniper of immortal court
Each thing stirs harmonious air
Each home has a new demeanor
Lotuses bloom under canopies
Brocade tents without fine dust
Drums and horns pierce frozen clouds
Graceful waves move plowshares
Treacherous hearts change spirit
Rites taught, girdle books
Surely in the days of Yao and Shun
Still like the likes of Fang and Du
A rustic has verses
Style and strength also fervent
If not entering Confucius' gate
Who else in the world would love them