Form divides heaven and earth;
Nature's stronghold, mountains and rivers stand grand.
Lone Mountain guards the southern land,
Lofty, the gaze of Chu commands.
Neutral, with nothing to lean on,
It towers, a wonder in its form.
Stone peaks pierce the spring sky,
Jade pillars prop the autumn waves high.
A moment, snow traces arise,
A vast expanse, frost staffs line the skies.
Breath concentrates in inhale and exhale,
The wild flow swells to a watery veil.
Wayfarers rush forward, rash and blind,
Who understand gain and loss of mind?
Heedless of wind and perilous tide,
Half end in river fish's tomb, they abide.
Sailing past its side, with sails unfurled,
Often they beg for blessings from this world.
Thus, from the name 'Lonely,' they derive,
Erecting a slender statue, alive.
Graceful as Goddess of Mount Gushe,
Dreamlike, the thoughts of Witch Gorge mesh.
How can a shrine of such direction,
Through ages bear this false connection?
Five Peaks are seen as Dukes of three,
Degrees reduced, not more than two, decree.
If not, as Baron or Viscount's claim,
How could it share in sacrifice's fame?
Four seasons share the winds in turn,
Each harmony has its own concern.
Avoid its furious, raging might,
And one may still find passage right.
Nurturing heaven and earth's intent,
By peril, waves freely vent.
Upright, the virtue of spirits and ghosts,
Without true name, who offers the most?
Let not regret or greed invade,
But trust in loyalty and faith displayed.
It lies in people, not in divine,
Bow not in vain, with empty sign.