Matching the Rhymes of the Poem That Gim, Director (郞中) and Surveillance Commissioner (廉按使), Gave in Jest to the Instructor (文學)次韻廉按使金郞中。戱贈文學。

You are a man whose portrait might long since have been wrapped in a gauze cover (紗籠), so in the ordering of your person, why borrow and spread out the classics again? You have gone all about the rough lands of river and hill, yet the mountain mist and the miasma can hardly invade a rich and noble body. Your orders are stern, and the post-station tubes go swifter than lightning; your eating is upright, and what is laid out on the kitchen block is as few as the stars. One lonely and poor magistrate of a worn-out district holds all his lifelong purpose in his arms and entrusts it to the envoy.

Before one who asks after the people's hardships, how many have been moved? Even those who have nursed an old grievance now lay their pain before you. An awe like hoarfrost has already bound the hands of the grasping officials, and the reward that praises is laid upon the upright officer alone. When shall I again prick up my ears to hear your gentle words? There is nowhere to lay my lonely heart deeply before anyone. If, on returning to court, you would lend me a word that tells right from wrong, I might, white-haired, presume to take a minister's place in the Two Drafting Offices (兩制).

In that year I was counted among the seven in the Western Wing (西掖), and now, fallen adrift among the rivers and lakes, it is hard to unfold my indignation. At times I only move to no purpose the tongue that chants as though gone mad, and have no scheme to draw out this body that lives in banishment. My governing is the most desolate of all, and I am ashamed before So Sinsin and Du Si (杜詩); my country living is forlorn, and I think of Jujin Village (朱陳村). One word of praise from you is as weighty as a thousand gold pieces, and weeping with gratitude I forget altogether that I am a minister cast out.