Land of immortals by Min Sea, autumn season, Shaohao's time.
Gathered all the mountain-ridge aura, to become a body for the court.
Elegant, towering like jade of a thousand fathoms; outstanding, like the unicorn's single horn.
In youth wielding a great brush, with ease treading thoroughfares of power.
The throne delighted in his close counsel; contemporaries sighed at his peerless dust.
First chosen at the Eel Hall, then soaring at the Crow Office.
Soon managing celestial officials' key affairs, advancing to the heart of governance.
Southern Terrace's sands and gravels joined; two bureaus' dragon robes renewed.
Golden tripod, meeting of merit and fame; gauze lantern, man of wealth and honor.
Accounts needed Du's decisions; plans relied on Cao's adherence.
Fields and furrows, homes receive blessings; charts and books, daily offer treasures.
A hundred cities taken with ease; myriad affairs decided by the girdled gentry.
Bright, bright, the mirror in his breast; warm, warm, spring beneath his brush.
All officials praised his quiet competence; the whole world admired his pure truth.
On night watch, not for stars' positions; meeting the times, truly like Wei and Shen.
The emperor praised long loyal service; the court envied frequent glorious favor.
Shen Bo's ode just continued; Huan Rong's reward already bestowed.
Dew clears, the tortoise rests and moves; frost ages, the crane's spirit keen.
Eternally supporting the sovereign's head; mid-heaven turns the great potter's wheel.
Years remain for birthday toasts; in ten days, watch the carriage wheels.