On Phoenix Terrace At Jinling
On Phoenix Terrace once phoenixes came to sing;
The birds are gone, but still roll on the river's waves.
The ruined palace's buried 'neath the weeds in spring;
The ancient sages in caps and gowns all lie in graves.
The three-peak'd mountain is half lost in azure sky;
The two-fork'd stream by Egret Isle is kept apart.
As floating clouds can veil the bright sun from the eye,
Imperial Court, now out of sight, saddens my heart.