A SONG OF LU MOUNTAIN TO CENSOR LU XUZHOU
I am the madman of the Chu country
Who sang a mad song disputing Confucius.
……Holding in my hand a staff of green jade，
I have crossed， since morning at the Yellow Crane Terrace，
All five Holy Mountains， without a thought of distance，
According to the one constant habit of my life.
Lu Mountain stands beside the Southern Dipper
In clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen，
With its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.
The Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges.
A silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges
Within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls.
Ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky
And a flush of cloud in the morning sun，
Whence no flight of birds could be blown into Wu.
……I climb to the top. I survey the whole world.
I see the long river that runs beyond return，
Yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles
And a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.
And so I am singing a song of Lu Mountain，
A song that is born of the breath of Lu Mountain.
……Where the Stone Mirror makes the heart's purity purer
And green moss has buried the footsteps of Xie，
I have eaten the immortal pellet and， rid of the world's troubles，
Before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.
Far away I watch the angels riding coloured clouds
Toward heaven's Jade City， with hibiscus in their hands.
And so， when I have traversed the nine sections of the world，
I will follow Saint Luao up the Great Purity.