The city wall is built of Erythrina, the bridge piers of stone.
From western valleys, endless streams forever flow.
The Yellow Dragon's den commands the upper reach alone,
Where winds and waves in rapid breath tumultuous grow.
Angry tides against the banks like thunderclaps resound,
And boundless floods o'erwhelm the fields and level ground.
The wayfarer, wingless, yearns to cross the river wide,
And dreads the fish's belly or the serpent's tide.
Two or three great souls emerged to meet the urgent need,
Their hearts could not endure the raging flood to see.
They tried their skill to aid the crossing in their leisure,
Like Kou Zhun in his lonely boat on distant water.
A mountain monk with deep resolve also played his part,
He made the people point to barns, a generous heart.
Like giants hauling stones into the vast expanse,
Ten thousand fingers piled the rocks in rugged dance.
They toiled like Jingwei filling up the sea with zeal,
Till a towering mirage spanned the sky, surreal.
Its footings deep as mermaids' halls, a thousand feet,
Guarded by lion balustrades, secure and neat.
It links the southern lands to regions of the east,
Where steeds and carriages in constant flow have not ceased.
Its merit rivals boats that aided ancient trade,
Its benefit should in the annals be displayed.
Don't compare its charm to Yangzhou's moonlit scene,
Where twenty-four bridges stand, but dull and mean.
I walked outside the town after a springtime rain,
And saw egrets dot sandbars, hawks soaring in the main.
Alone, I gazed afar from riverside pavilion,
And shared a cup with southbound guests in our communion.
I wished to sing of parting like Su Wu and Li,
As meeting Yuan Zhen by Mirror Lake, it seemed to be.
Without a worthy governor, the land lies still,
I fold my sleeves and ponder, feeling scant of skill.
And lacking Cai Xiang's steely brush for inscription grand,
I fear the present folk will mock my humble hand.
The broidered robe official oft asked me to come,
But stars have fallen ere my visit could be done.
He once entrusted me to write this bridge's story,
But I declined with shame, unfit for such glory.
When first the bridge's beams were raised, so rumors say,
Conflicting views and arguments held full sway.
Without firm will, how could the bridge have been achieved?
Its fame, like Wan'an Bridge, will never be bereaved.