South of the river, spring grass grows lush and long; leisurely Han River floats clear light.
Miscellaneous blossoms all flown away, empty harmonious scene; green willows' shade heavy, official residence quiet.
Then a drunken guest writes freely, his words worthy of recommendation to the court.
A blue-sky decree arrives with imperial favor, granting registry in golden chambers, summoning to Stone Canal.
Heavily returning mountain paths, mist and haze cut off; Wu Mountains not yet deep, evening flowers broken.
At the ravine's bottom, red light dazzles, blazing; swaying wind carries poison, troubling the traveler.
Cuckoos sob, flowers also crimson; sound mournful, beauty extreme, linking empty mountains.
Setting sun flashes upon shallow and deep trees; cloud and rain churn, bewildering cliffs and valleys.
Pheasants, brocade-like, proud of plumage, pierce bamboo, thread through vines, calling mates.
Tall trees, deep valleys, above and below the same; male and female no different in flight or roost.
Gazing at Qin peaks distant, passing Shangyan; waves piled, clouds heaped, ten thousand clustered hills.
Travel ends beyond dark, azure barriers; ninefold palace clock, amid purple clouds.
In Yuanhe reign, serving in Bright Light Hall; memorial drafts first burned, court and market changed.
At North Gate, courtiers half dust in crevices; in South Liang, laughing guests all like flying sleet.
Recalling, sighing, yet bewildered; frosty temples, sorrowful chanting till dawn's rooster.
Old garden, years deep, opening broken scrolls; autumn hall, moon dawn, covering left-behind robe.
Droning dawn horn, radiant morning glow; stroking sword by pillar, one long sigh.
Straw dog has no way to learn from sages; vainly holding gratitude till dusk and dawn.