As I mount at peep of day the lofty terrace
Erected by Emperor Han Wendi in his reign,
I see all northern mountains towering into clouds,
And the two eastern Royal Tombs braving wind and rain.
Gone is the former warden who kept Taoist classics
And nowhere can be found the old scholar divine.
But I would like to invite the prefect near-by
to drink a hearty cup of chrysanthemum wine.