Fig-wood oars,

A boat of the wood of the sand-pear.

At either end,

Jade flageolets and pipes of gold.

Amidships,

Jars of delectable wine,

And ten thousand pints

Put by.

A boat-load of singing-girls

Following the water ripples—

Going,

Stopping,

Veering—

The Immortal waited,

Then mounted and rode the yellow crane.

But he who is the guest of the sea has no such desire,

Rather would he be followed by the white gulls.

The tzu and fuof Ch'Ü P'ing hang suspended like the sun and moon.

The terraces and the pleasure-houses

Of the Kings of Ch'u

I am drunk with wine.

With the sweet taste of it;

I am overflowed with the joy of it.

When I take up my writing-brush,

I could move the Five Peaks.

When I have finished my poem,

I laugh aloud in my arrogance.

I rise to the country of the Immortals which lies in the middle of the sea.

If fame followed the ways of the good official,

If wealth and rank were long constant,

Then indeed might the water of the Han River flow Northwest.