The harsh wind blows the emerald ice, inverted scenes float on the dark pivot's trace.
On countless terraces, eighty thousand high, there dwell true immortals in that place.
Ice-silk veils the pure air, precious cases hold jade books with grace.
The supreme one wears a cyan jade crown, clouds and rosy hues sway with his pace.
He glances at me with a radiant smile, ladles out green jade nectar to embrace.
A chill penetrates to Kunlun's core, pearls grow within my liver's space.
A jade boy sings a clear refrain, leads a crane to open the golden door's face.
He gives me a dewy green paper slip, each word like finest jade in its case.
I kneel, receive with nine bows, then rise; clouds gather and disperse with the scroll's chase.
The mystic script dazzles with five hues, profound words probe the primal base.
The azure height cannot be reached, dark insights often gather in empty space.
Jade sprouts grow lush day by day, pearl buds flourish in spring's embrace.
Heaven's marvel needs no wordy speech, awakening transcends the immortal race.
Flying towers enter purple and green, laughter and talk with heavenly maidens grace.
A tamed dragon plows the jade field, a young phoenix supports the golden carriage's pace.
Fragrance fills twelve curtains, spring stirs the red tassels' lace.
Tall railings overlook cloud and rain, the Yellow Path leads to the pure capital's place.
I recall my past travels to Five Cities, ten years felt but a moment's trace.
Just because of one stray thought, I unknowingly stained with autumn dust's disgrace.
The glorious pool cleanses mortal marrow, again I wear the triple charm's embrace.
Awe-struck, I cannot linger long, wishing to leave yet hesitate in place.
I look up to heaven and let out a long whistle, all crevices become reed pipes in space.
He appoints me another hundred years, to come here riding a whale with grace.