Court Literature Hymn to the Eighth Prince Nùng

“… In countless battles, when rain cascades and thunders roar,

His bronze staffs wielded, earth trembled to the core.

The Eighth Prince Nùng, His clan’s proud heir,

Echoed his ancestors’ mirror, their legacy rare.

Fearless ‘gainst death’s looming shadow, dangers,

Staffs rose, like falling snow and blooming flowers

In this mortal life, heroes, rare and few,

Eighth Prince Nùng shone, a beacon anew.”

– An excerpt transliterated by Four Palaces – Tứ Phủ –