Poems of Meng Jiao
For the Enemy of Essays General
This general doesn't brag about his sword.
His literary talent is itself heroic.
Sacred peaks bow to your inner strength.
All rivers empty at your command.
Who can uproot your foundation?
Your swift writing cannot exhaust itself.
Before Heaven and Earth were inverted
Your merit was already established.
Seems like kind of a rude poem. It's possible that the title is simply "For General Zhang Qiu" or "Zhang Chou" but I doubt it. This kind of sarcasm, combined with the general's rank, suggests that this was a private poem or one privately circulated among those who shared Meng Jiao's opinion of the man.