For three years you chastised a whole district
drinking from cold spring wells
the metalwork of Chiangnan is known for its silver
you resigned and came back with only this bronze
carved with dragons and intertwining inscriptions
in the ground so long it's as green as winter moss
on one side a mountain on the other a river
Ko the Immortal long ago they say
Master Ko buried it but never returned
then a farmer plowing struck it with a twang
instead of showing those who don't know its value
why not smelt cinnabar and try to live forever