Shui Diao Ge Tou · The Month's Beginning

A thousand days a traveler walking in rain; jade water rinses the green mountains. Purple mist weaves wind and moon; setting things down in writing, I tread the human world. With you, the airs of Qin carry far; on the Shu road heaven's mechanism turns; for a while I tease the Banished Immortal. Down and out, I stiffen my solitary courage; I brush the sword and shake the Three Rivers.

Welcome white snow fills the sheer ravines; I lodge at Langhuan. The great Peng flies ten thousand li, and still leaves arrogance beaten and speechless. In the common world, banked clouds and clear calm; a fledgling swallow over the dark sea is rarely seen; taking command, I point at the crags. Wild and unbound, I study the classics till my head is white; let tales of gods and monsters be passed along as they will.