To General Mao

Southward, in all the panoply of cruel war arrayed,
See, Our heroic general points and waves his glittering blade!
Across the hills and streams the lizard-drums" terrific roll,
While glint of myriad banners flashes high from pole to pole

Go, scion of the Unicorn, and prove thy heavenly birth.
And crush to all eternity these insects of the earth;
And when thou com'st, a conqueror, from those wild barbarian lands.
We will unhitch thy war-cloak with Our own Imperial hands!