Joying in flowers without let,
Breathing in the empyrean,
Through Tao reverting to ether,
And there to be wildly free,
Wide-spreading as the wind of heaven,
Lofty as the peaks of ocean,
Filled with a spiritual strength,
All creation by my side,
Before me the sun, moon, and stars,
The phoenix following behind.
In the morning I whip up my leviathans
And wash my feet in Fusang.