The tortoise and the crane both enjoy long lives;

Only shell and feathers distinguish them.

Each in his own way a spirited being,

As friends they know not their differences.

The crane loves to fly in high places;

The tortoise is weary of dragging its tail.

Holding between them a bamboo pole in their mouths,

They soar into the cloudy heavens.

I tell you, be careful, do not speak:

One word and I'll fall into a muddy ditch!