MING-YIH droops its wings around its worth.
The Sun at Midnight shines beneath the Earth.

Thy heart aglow, preserve thy sober face.
Left thigh wounded, strong steed swiftly saves.
Hunt in the south; then take a breathing space.
Brave & true, deep in the Dark land's caves!
Gods entombed -bright their silent graves!
High & low -the yellow banner waves!

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