AOL3-Lower Hor Ling 285

Like the sun, are the words of a superior male;      

Without the need for questions, the world makes clear.


Like the wind, are words of an intermediate male;

Wherever the sky’s elevated, with ground levelled.


The two, the pigeon and an inferior male;

From the top of the throat stutters and stutters.

                                    Lower Hor Ling 285

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