For a son we hang up a bow
for ambition in all directions
bamboo and tiger commands have arrived
a bear target alams us all
the time for entertaining is over
the generals have put on their armor
like meteors they hit their marks
drums make it sound more martial
I followed the Confucian path
and joined the mandarins' ranks
but one day I hope to put down my brush
such hard times wrench my insides