Military discipline bears worries first entrusted,
The court has here obtained this man.
Swords and pendants encircle the gate and courtyard,
His heart and gall span the stars.
Now already at ease from military strategy,
Who can divine the feast's extension?
The tower high, on days of leisure,
The terrace distant, weary of climbing in spring.
Precious halls with jade ridgepoles raised,
New jade plaques with treasured seal script.
Duck railings twist like fighting necks,
Dragon walls come alive with coiling scales.
Between curtains, cold ripples tremble,
Before the peak, ancient dark brows wrinkle.
Then I know a path for immortals exists,
Yet fear the world may be without dust.
Martial steeds come like golden tigers,
Confucian hairpins descend like stone unicorns.
Opportunity divides master of glory and disgrace,
Wine cups order guests who stay or leave.
Bowing yields fill three souls,
Feminine and masculine contend as one spirit.
Vital force sweeps the traveler's arrow,
Songs harmonize with the marshal's duckweed.
Ten thousand ages, a slice of floating cloud,
A toiling life, a broken stalk's body.
Instant joy not yet ceased,
Past events, dreams not real.
The mat long, suspecting a dried-up sea,
The lute faint, like separated neighbors.
Lamp flowers brighten the rainy dusk,
Jar-brewed wine weighs down the frosty dawn.
Crows stir the remnant silk willow,
Perch grow fat, smooth as water shield threads.
Red leaves touched by clear sunset clouds,
Ripe powder protects the green bamboo.
Chanting scenes, exhaling on the writing brush,
Waving talk, secretly drunk on the mat.
Flowing years pass only too easily,
Fine gatherings may follow one another.