Said Chang Wu, in his need,
‘Kings are of a godly breed,
Surely of a godly breed,
In China!
For the last of Kubla's line,
Kubla with successors nine
To his throne of Kaan-Bali,
Is the idiot, Toghon Timur.

‘Him four hundred million bow to,
Humbly bow and kow-tow to,
As he sits solemnly,
In exalted idiocy,
On his throne at Kaan-Bali;
As he sits and takes tribute,
Gold, jade, and ruby stones,
Broken hearts and broken bones,
On a dais built to be
Tartar, eternally,
From Yenking to the Yellow Sea.

‘Aye, most surely,’ murmured Chang,
In his need,
‘Kings are of a godly breed