A garment of green walks openheartedly among precarious peaks
A cliff of jade reflects the magnificence of the moon
A swift horse, a secluded fragrance
A high precipice, a faraway man
A figure finely marked by delicate steps.
Without enumerating one's regrets, affection abounds
The tiger roars, the dragon bellows
The phoenix exchanges its nest with another fabulous bird
Swords of energy intersect intensely in bluish smoke.
Intoxicated from now on
In the water pavilion, the beauty directs the play of extraordinary men
Drinking a thousand cups is the affair of men
In the forest of apricots, the righteousness of a lifetime is outlined.
The intentions of the present
The gratitudes and grievances of the foreign man, exhaust the tears of the hero
Though men in thousands upon ten thousands head for me
Affection stands at the Gate of Wild Geese, without any other words on the precipice.
A pair of eyes shine as bright as the stars
An empty promise is made with the cows and goats of the northern lands
An old alliance is found beside the candle and amidst the hair
In the hazy mistiness, a journey is taken through the snow.
To sweep away bandits and battle armies with one's golden halberd
The grass and trees have a wretched existence, a skull is cast in iron
The legless creature of legend has a coagulating chill, a palm brings forth ice
To be scattered and sprinkled that outstanding men be bound
