Wishing to have a map drawn,

The ruler of a certain country

Summoned the known masters

Of the ink and pencil who came

To undertake the royal challenge.

Having received instructions

And made their drawing bows,

They stood, licking their pencils

And preparing their inkpots.

Half their number, however,

Remained outside the main hall.

There was one who came late,

With an air of indifference,

And did not hurry forward.

When he had received the task

And made his bow set, he however

Did not keep standing, but proceeded

To the dark corner of the palace garden.

The ruler sent a manservant to see him,

And there he was, with his garment off,

Sitting cross-legged in a lotus position,

And nearly naked. At that the ruler said,

'He is the man; he is a true draughtsman.'