قصيدة مشاهدة المعابد الإلهية / Composed on the Same Subject: Visiting Immortal Temples

قصيدة مشاهدة المعابد الإلهية / Composed on the Same Subject: Visiting Immortal Temples

On the Immortal Terrace I first gaze upon the Five Cities Tower,

As the landscape, cold and still, clears after the overnight rain.

Mountain hues stretch far to meet the Qin trees at dusk;

The sound of washing blocks drifts near, heralding autumn in the Han palace.

Sparse pine shadows fall, the empty altar lies in quiet;

Fine grass exhales its fragrance, the small grotto deep in seclusion.

Why need one seek beyond the world of men?

Even here on earth there exists the Hill of Cinnabar.