As the feet of the lin, which avoid each living thing,
So our prince's noble sons no harm to men will bring.
They are the lin!

As the front of the lin, never forward thrust in wrath,
So our prince's noble grandsons of love tread the path.
They are the lin!

As the horn of the lin, flesh-tipped, no wound to give,
So our prince's noble kindred kindly with all live.
They are the lin!