Tiantai Sacred Sites Record (天台勝蹟錄)

Mount Tai stands as a pillar of the earth, Soaring thousands of feet into the heavens.

Clouds part, revealing the distant golden palace, Mist veils the stone bridge, far and faint.

Emerald peaks cut across the birds' path, Pearl streams flow into starry bridges.

Wind quickens the clear creek at dusk, Rosy clouds rise over Red Wall at dawn.

My eyes rest on this secluded dwelling, My heart follows the ancient hermits' path.

A recluse in this Peach Blossom Spring, Forgetting worldly ties, free from office cares.

I cast off my official pin, scorn high rank, Shed my shoes, lighter than a thousand steeds.

With a heart aloof from worldly dust, A spirit soaring high, untethered and free.

The vast blue sky towers above, I gaze down upon all mountains and rivers.

Ridges upon ridges like rolling waves, Cliffs split apart like scattered smoke.

Shallow or deep, I hear the ferry crossing, Light or heavy, the sound of flying springs.

Gathering herbs, I chance upon three isles, Seeking truth, I meet the nine immortals.

How many ages have these books been stored? Years have passed in study and reflection.

I shall follow the winged sages, Returning once in a thousand years.