A CLIMB ON THE MOUNTAIN HOLIDAY TO THE TERRACE WHENCE ONE SEES THE MAGICIAN A POEM SENT TO VICE-PREFECT LU
The Han Emperor Wen bequeathed us this terrace
Which I climb to watch the coming dawn.
Cloudy peaks run northward in the three Jin districts，
And rains are blowing westward through the two Ling valleys.
……Who knows but me about the Guard at the Gate，
Or where the Magician of the River Bank is，
Or how to find that magistrate， that poet，
Who was as fond as I am of chrysanthemums and winecups？