High through the rainbow air this chamber towering see.
While intermingle around shadow and sunlight clear.
Splashing above the eves leap the waters of Yuan-ch'i.
On Ching-ting, cloudy hill, down from the windows peer!
The gibbon's howl the sigh of the wind has led astray.
To the placid Moon above the songs of the fishers soar.
Free as the seagull sailing we seem to float away.
Am I not one of them there that flock on the sandy shore?