The Jade Mountain/In the Camp of the Sketching Brush
IN THE CAMP OF THE SKETCHING BRUSH
Monkeys and birds are still alert for your ordersAnd winds and clouds eager to shield your fortress.. . . You were master of the brush, and a sagacious general,But your Emperor, defeated, rode the prison-cart.You were abler than even the greatest Chou statesmen,Yet less fortunate than the two Shu generals who were killed in action.And, though at your birth-place a temple has been built to you,You never finished singing your Song of the Holy Mountain.