In youth I heard of this mountain
And often dreamed of visiting.
Now that I have climbed to see it,
It remains as in days of old.
With companions I seek the remote path,
Roaming to view its wonders.
This encounter is rare in the world,
Encircled by sheer cliffs that embrace.
Above, a dragon spring gushes forth,
A hundred zhang of torrential spray.
The hidden stream flows to the dark ravine,
Whirlpools boil against the craggy rocks.
Winding around islets and shores,
Glistening, reflecting gold and jade.
Stone vines hang down in strands,
Cloud-like creepers weave a dense canopy above.
I play to the full, never tiring,
Wandering until dusk falls.
Clear rapids fly past bamboo groves,
Lush grass serves as a mat.
Ethereally, I hear the phoenix flute,
As if glimpsing the realm of clouds.
Looking back for a companion to join hands,
Who will be the one to renounce office?