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“Ballad of the Savage Tiger” by Li He
No one attacks it with a long lance, No one plies a strong cross-bow. Suckling its grandsons, rearing its cubs, It trains them into savagery. Its reared head becomes a wall Its waving tail becomes a banner. Even Huang from the Eastern Sea,¹ Dreaded to see it after dark, A righteous tiger, met on the road,²…