登飞霞山作

Confined at home, I tire of the bustling crowd;

To free my mind, I seek the rugged peaks, proud.

Flicking my sleeves, I leave the city's corner behind;

With staff in hand, I trace the lake's shady side.

In what year did that true immortal being,

Leave his palace lodged on this secluded peak, serene?

Linked trees, dense and dim, obscure the view;

A mystic cave seems both empty and deep, true.

Grasping vines, I catch the mossy breeze's flight;

Standing on rocks, I play with the clear depth's light.

Gazing afar adds to my unique delight;

Transcendent, it washes my troubled heart outright.

The fair one is gone, far as clouds can be;

With whom now can I chant 'midst green grass, carefree?

Moved by the past, I sigh with heavy breath;

But understanding finds its moment in this present depth.

Master Shan found joy in lofty endowment;

Ji Kang tempered himself with clear music's refinement.

To preserve truth, the Way must not be betrayed;

Chasing desires, feelings easily stray.

Yet I lack the means of Anqi Sheng, the sage;

How can my greying temples not show age?

Though not as worthy as Shangzi, I confess,

I may yet fulfill my wish to marry, nonetheless.