Mounting the height,
I gaze afar.
Six Giant Turtles’ bones emerge on sea, frost-white,
I do not see where the Three Fairy Mountains are.
The Tree Divine half broken,
The sun’s great splendors wane.
Celestial palace is a dream unwoken
Emperors sought in vain.
The sea could not be filled with stones,
Nor could the gap by Turtles’ bones.
Have we not seen imperial tombs in ruins lie,
Which shepherds set on fire?
The bandits came to rob your jewels of value high.
What could you do, imperial lier?
Such is the end you warmongers obtained.
Could immortality be ever gained?