The vital essence of Rizhu Mountain, once forged into the famed Moye sword's gleam.
The land's spirit, not fully spent, now steams and nurtures the tea buds, a dream.
Though its fame emerged rather late, it stands as the finest south of the stream.
Compared to Purple Bamboo Shoot, it makes it seem a slave; need we mention Stone Flower, supreme?
Only Ruilong tea as a grade, with this mountain can nearly match, it would seem.
Perhaps the mountain veins connect through, sharing the same immortal seed, a shared theme.
Draw clear spring from the western cliff, pine wind rises from the stone tripod's steam.
Nourishing fragrant liquor in the spirit's bosom, celestial dew gathers at the teeth, a dream.
Ouyang Xiu recorded it in "Return to Fields"; Su Shi flowed fine verses in his theme.
Wang Boyu annotated it on a poetry board; Fan Zhongyan praised its sweet, glorious gleam.
As for Yanta and Huawu, they are recorded in the commandery's annals, it would seem.
Like the waterfall of Yuyao, especially praised in the "Classic of Tea," a dream.
Alas, that Lu Yu did not encounter it! No wonder discerning taste is rare, extreme.
The world now prizes Jian'an tea; who truly knows the worth of Yue's tea, supreme?
The guest said, "The world is not unaware, but the tea prohibition has grown too severe.
Perhaps it's fortunate they don't fully know; let's leave this and speak of other matters here."