The Double Ninth Festival, the year's autumn peak, is rich and strong,
Through gardens high and low, a pure, clear breeze sweeps along.
Far mountains, a hundred miles, are carved of chilly jade,
The level lake, ten acres, is a bronze mirror made.
Also fine are lush trees, dense and dark to the northwest,
Dew-laden branches, frost-touched leaves, in green and red are dressed.
On the boughs, it's quiet and still, with few birds singing there,
Beyond the sky, faintly seen, wild geese fly through the air.
The Moon-Playing Mound coils in the midst of green and clear,
To the southeast, moreover, a small hanging bridge appears.
The pool is clear, floodwaters gone, the scene is even better,
As water falls and stones emerge, it's hard to paint this feature.
Before the Hall of Loving Hills, flowers grow in clusters,
Sparse willow trees, like thin fur, share similar structures.
Red bananas and green cassia mutually shade and gleam,
Reed flowers and smartweed tassels intertwine, a fluffy dream.
The new pavilion, cool and high, overlooks the open vast,
Leaning on the rail, one glance connects seven peaks steadfast.
Mists and hazes are swept away, nearly all are gone,
Only towering peaks remain, propping up the clear sky's dome.
With a bamboo cane, I climb further to Moon Hill's crest,
Jagged, strange rocks stand tall, exquisitely impressed.
The Incense Burner Peak emerges near the sloping side,
Clouds yellow again lie where the southern mountains bide.
The sound of water, rushing, comes from the winding stream,
The soughing wind arises in the twisted pines, it seems.
Chrysanthemum blooms and dogwood fruits can be plucked by the fence,
Mountain delicacies and wild herbs can fill the plate, immense.
Composing poems is quite like the Terrace of Racing Steeds,
Not losing to the Mountain Named Dragon where caps blew in the breeze.
Fine time, beautiful scene, joy in the heart to appreciate,
These four by chance combine, for the first time, to celebrate.
Tomorrow, I won't ask if butterflies grieve to excess,
But drink more of the yellow flower, amber wine's richness.