On Phoenix Terrace at Jinling

On Phoenix Terrace once phoenixes came to sing,
The birds are gone but still roll on the river’s waves.
The ruined palace’s buried ‘neath the weeds in spring;
The ancient sages in caps and gowns all lie in graves
The three-peak’d mountain is half lost in azure sky;
The two-fork’d stream by Egret Isle is kept apart.
As floating clouds can veil the bright sun from the eye,
Imperial Court now out of sight saddens my heart.