The writing of Li Po-haiIs like the vermilion birdAnd 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 robesAnd the sweet tinkling of jade girdle-pendants.Because of his distinguished position,He never says anything not sanctioned by precedent.
The writing of Li Po-haiIs like the vermilion birdAnd 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 robesAnd the sweet tinkling of jade girdle-pendants.Because of his distinguished position,He never says anything not sanctioned by precedent.
The writing of Li Po-haiIs like the vermilion birdAnd 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 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 robesAnd the sweet tinkling of jade girdle-pendants.Because of his distinguished position,He never says anything not sanctioned by precedent.
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.
Liang T'ung-shu, 18th Century