I walk out of the city by the eastern gate
And try to send my gaze a thousand miles
Blue hills crossed with green woods
Red sun round on the level plain
North of the Wei you get to Hantan
East of the Pass you go out to Han valley
This was where the Ch’in demesnes met
This was where the governors came to court
The cocks called in Hsienyang
And officers of state struggled for precedence
Ministers called on noblemen
Dukes assembled for official banquets
But Hsiang-ju became old and ill
And had to retire alone to Wuling.