The writing of Li Po-hai

Is like the vermilion bird

And the blue-green dragon.

It drifts slowly as clouds drift;

It has the wide swiftness of wind.

Hidden within it lurk the dragon and the tiger.

The writing of Chia, the official,

Is like the high hat of ceremonial.

It flashes like flowers in the hair,

And its music is the trailing of robes

And the sweet tinkling of jade girdle-pendants.

Because of his distinguished position,

He never says anything not sanctioned by precedent.