ZHANG's sprouts shoot upward, high & great;
Nurse thy Virtue, let it accumulate!

Congenial spirits welcome from above.
Loyal, accept their royal gifts, devout.
Enter the empty city, free from doubt.
Our Friend offers on Mount Khi His Love.
Duly & truly ascends the blessed Dove!
Climbing blindly, clasping the Golden Glove!

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