Under heaven, mighty among lords, Suzhou ranks first or second.
A metropolis famed since ancient times, a secondary capital now also esteemed.
Majestic, the tall tower rises, lofty, standing on level ground.
Empty views blend with pale sky, clamorous sounds fade from distant markets.
Though city gates are scattered wide, every railing and balustrade is worth recalling.
Had it not been for builders' strength, how could one delight in such lofty sight?
Lakes and hills to the southwest, rivers and seas to the northeast border.
Leisurely pace is not foolish; openness and clarity show wisdom.
The poor light a single night's lamp, intricate patterns woven fine.
The wealthy display spring blooms, gorgeous and chaotic in names.
Extravagance reveals true devotion; abundance allows deep study.
In former days of rich prosperity, tribute followed ancient rites.
Flower tributes flew to Bian, stone forests ghostly floated on Si.
Heaven creates life's activities; the first act is to give relief.
Princes occupy fertile lands; mansions vie in wondrous designs.
This region gathers splendor, while all around looks weary and gaunt.
The wild barbarian mistakenly wetted his feet; remaining embers like crossed arms.
Hardships repeatedly inspected; haste impaired proper arrangements.
Following old ways ruined peace; bowing and bending consumed the years.
Ironically pity the city's prosperity, yet again made the common people destitute.
It's said even tiny fish and shrimp are already burdened by taxes.
In life, to cling to mere survival is base; what's valued is a strong, unyielding spirit.
Calling hawks, what need to be full? Facing tigers bare-handed, anger makes it easy.
Alas, long depressed and stifled, why remain constantly fearful?
At night, hearing stomping songs clamorous, intense, stirring mournful thoughts.
Wu customs are indeed swift; Wu soldiers truly sharp as bees.
Xiang Liang rose against Qin; his followers奋袖 joined eagerly.
Success requires strength to achieve; must it rely on cunning wit?
Better envy magpies nesting; why not like ephemera have kin?
Not yet launched, fear being heard first; through this poem, I truly sigh.