The front uppers are embroidered with a pair of phoenixes picking peony flowers.
You foretold that when phoenixes vanished, your fortunes too would end, You knew that the captured unicorn would be a sign of the dose of your teaching.
But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace, And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, Come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one, With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers.
