Classic Poem

I am, in fact, the Madman of Chu,
Making fun of Confucius with a Phoenix Song
In my hand I carry a green jade cane,
And set forth at dawn from Yellow Crane Hall
On the Five Summits I search for Immortals
and never complain how far,
For all my life I have liked to roam
in the mountains of renown
Lu Mountain stands in splendor at the side of Southern Dipper,
The nine panels of Folding Screen are covered in cloud brocade,
And shadows fall on the shining lake
giving an eyebrow indigo light.
Golden Gates reveal before me a curtain between two spires,
The Silver River falling down
to drape three bridges of stone
Incense Burner and waterfall face each other from far away,
The twisted cliffs and serried peaks rise in cerulean blue.
Green shadow and red cloud intensity with the sun at dawn,
And birds fly on, but never arrive,
where the skies of Wu are long.

Atop the heights a majestic view of all the Heaven and Earth,
The Great River rolls forever and going will never return
Yellow clouds for ten thousand miles color the driving wind,
White waves on the Nine Circuits
are flowing mountains of snow.
I like to sing about Lu Mountain
Lu Mountain is my source of song
At rest I gaze in the Mirrors of Stone to purify my heart;
The places Duke Xie traveled, in green moss sink away.

Sublimed cinnabar, taken soon, banishes worldly care,
A threefold zithering of your heart,
and The Way can be attained
Above I see the immortals in the midst of luminous clouds,
Proceeding to court in the Palace of Jade
with lotuses in their hands
I have already promised Boundless
to meet on the Ninth Frontier;
I wish I could take Lu Drifting along
to roam the Supremely Pure.