See in that nook, where bends the K'i,
The green bamboos, how graceful grown!
Ay, and a gifted prince have we,
Polished,—as by the knife and file,
The graving-tool, the smoothing-stone!
What grace, what dignity is there!
What splendor, bruited everywhere!
A gifted prince indeed have we,
And ne'er forgotten shall he be.

See in that nook, where bends the K'i,
The green bamboos, so stout, so fine!
Ay, and a gifted prince have we:—
Rare costly stones his ears adorn,
Gems on his bonnet starlike shine!
What grace, what dignity is there!
What splendor, bruited everywhere!
A gifted prince indeed have we,
And ne'er forgotten shall he be

See in that nook, where bends the K'i,
The green bamboos, how thick they stand!
Ay, and a gifted prince have we:
Pure as the gold or tin refined,
Sound as the scepter in his hand!
What ease, what freedom in his gait!
Yet see him in his car of state!
In pleasantry and jest expert,
Withal so careful none to hurt!