On Kunlun, five cities and twelve towers stand,
The mighty Yellow River flows through the divine land.
Westward, it links the immortal palm for fifty thousand miles,
A single pillar rises straight, holding the celestial capital in its wiles.
Jades and gems are but common plants here,
With blue flowers and crimson fruits, lush and dense, appear.
The True Man of the Southern Star disdains alluring grace,
Issuing a decree for the guardian to search a hidden place.
The primal essence gathers, soaking the earth's axis deep,
Stirring this azure-maned dragon that against the sky does leap.
The Torch Dragon dries dew, beading pearls in a row,
The Frost Goddess reins her steed, turning seasons to and fro.
Above, radiant clouds of dawn's courtiers brightly gleam,
Below, clear streams of golden essence and stone marrow stream.
With sparse joints and lonely roots, upright and tall it grows,
Few among the thriving trees can match its composed repose.
Wind and waves blow it down from the ninth heaven's height,
Its inverted shadow rains abundantly, a cloud-oil light.
A benign aura bursts forth from its branches and leaves,
Sheltering fragrant herbs and weeds, all it receives.
In bygone days, near Ji and Ying, the twin watchtowers stood slight,
Windows and doors dense with emerald shade, a thick, cool night.
Its noble birth required no planting or care,
Heaven bestowed this rare form to grace the immortal sphere.
Indeed, a divine turtle lives a thousand years,
Not just ten thousand oxen for the Ming Hall it steers.
Two auspicious signs align directly above,
Sweet dews and fine shades cover the nine hills with love.
A celestial steed descends to choose its tree,
Spreads its wings from the secluded fields of Qingtian, free.
Jasper mushrooms and jade herbs provide its pecking fare,
The Penglai isles remember adding an immortal share.
There will be jade-sand and cinnabar-dew to drink,
In clear winds, a frosty cloak sways, subtle and distinct.
Nesting in clouds, befriending phoenixes, is its rightful quest,
Proud and lofty, it scorns the chicken flock's behest.
The realm of Divine Empyrean connects to the Canopy's dome,
Eternal as an imperial auspice, through heaven it roams.