Petty men cling to rank and gown,
Weighing gains and losses ounce by ounce.
Tangled in battles for favor or disgrace,
Contradictions clash in endless race.
The broad-minded sage alone is free,
Roaming heaven in empty chamber's spree.
Rolling or stretching, if by self controlled,
Advance or retreat, no fate is foretold.
When time comes, be a needle to heal,
Rise once to cure the nation's ill.
When time goes, gather dragon and snake,
Soaring transcendent, no bonds to break.
Hidden or seen, no hindrance at all,
Such wondrous traces—who can recall?
My lord, with heaven-human grace,
Long possessed the art to mend heaven's space.
The mind should exhaust the mind's principle,
Mind serene, with heaven becomes one whole.
In those days, wind and rain did meet,
Yellow Path welcomed the sun's greet.
The world was scarred and wounded sore,
People in misery, grief to endure.
Divine blade pointed to Youyan's land,
Tribal chiefs faced axe in hand.
World's fortunes wax and wane in speed,
Hastily he left official bead.
Returned to lie in woods and vale,
The Way knows neither stretch nor fail.
Celebration hall shows leftover might,
Personally brushed with silver pen's light.
Leaving to Ying craftsman's axe the art,
For millennia carving wonder's part.
Surely landscape contemplation here,
Matches the chest's delight and cheer.
Look up to Heng Mountain's cloud in flight,
Clouds calm, peaks towering in height.
Look down on Xiang River's flowing wave,
Boats and oars empty, surge and lave.
Alas, northeast sky in gloom,
Wolf-smoke darkens with fume.
The divine land appears vast and bare,
Sad winds turn bleak and drear.
Bow twice, hoping a day will come,
Statecraft not hidden, overcome.
Heaven's heart sips people's word,
My lord again stirs cauldron's gird.
Wind and thunder drive eight wilds afar,
For one more game, you must appear.