Lord He, rich in poetic grace, / Can write both rhapsodies and verse with pace.
A hundred pieces rival Li Bai's art, / A decade's toil mocks Zuo Si's part.
He seeks the strange, the wondrous and the sly, / Where Nature's secrets cannot hide.
Whenever he roams hills and streams, / His brocade bag follows his dreams.
Yandang conceals a divine scene, / Where spirits guard the cliffs unseen.
The woods unveiled, the hidden found, / Since Xingguo's era, hallowed ground.
High cliffs rise steep, majestic, grand, / Peaks stand in rows, a wonderland.
The Dragon Pool with magic light, / The Dragon's Nose with dews bedight.
The Sky Pillar, ten thousand feet, / The Ice Curtain, a sheer retreat.
I envy you, on duty bound, / To glimpse all beauties here around.
Your mood ascends with each fine sight, / The scene matches your noble height.
You linger, pleased with what you gain, / Past glances leave no more to feign.
You tread cold, perilous stone stairs, / Climb risky paths and twisted pairs.
Like Xu Xun, in refined delight, / Your heart and form feel no respite.
I'm bound by vulgar cares, alas, / A petty post, a life that's crass.
I rue your journey, far and free, / That I cannot go there with thee.
All my life, my heart loves the hill, / Like hunger that no food can still.
To seek the deep, if there's a way, / I care not if it's hard or gay.
I'd often wish to age in mountains, / And don the cloud-like robe of fountains.
Once blessed to serve this very place, / My cart raced daily in the chase.
With worthies never did I part, / Our feasts and trips were from the heart.
I longed to paint the strange and rare, / But lacked the words beyond compare.
A thousand crags, ten thousand vales, / In my breast alone, the tale prevails.
Since parting, years have passed in flight, / And more, we've met with hardship's blight.
Though now in peace, this time we share, / Old, with no deeds to show or bear.
Now reading your poetic lines, / All wondrous realms within them shines.
With longing for those clouded glens, / You surely do not mock my pens.
I'll seek our old haunts once again, / To share our hearts, free from the chain.