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On a winter night, the cold makes the night seem long; I sit silently for a long while in the northern hall.

Ice seals the wellspring, and moonlight enters the women’s chamber; the greenish condensation on the golden lamp illuminates my sorrowful sobs.

The Heavenly Eye is clear; the golden lamp is extinguished; my sobbing grows more intense.

The Heavenly Ear is clear; I hide my tears and listen to your song.

Wei Xu moves, the Heavenly Eye is clear; the song has sound, and I have feeling.

The Heavenly Ear is clear; Wei Xu moves, feeling and sound harmonize, with neither at odds.

If a single word fails to please me, let ten thousand melodies from you send the dust from the rafters flying.

I climb a high hill and gaze upon the distant sea.

The bones of the Six Ao have already frosted; where now do the Three Mountains drift?

Fusang is half broken, and the bright sun has sunk from its splendor.

The silver terrace and golden palace are like a dream; Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han wait in vain.

Jingwei exhausts wood and stones, while the giant turtles and crocodiles have nothing to rely on.

Have you not seen how Mount Li and Maoling have been reduced entirely to ashes, with a shepherd’s boy coming to climb them?

Wei Xu moves; the Heavenly Eye is clear—the Dharani divine spell.

Thieves plunder jade treasures; what, in the end, can spirits do?

To exhaust the army and recklessly pursue war—such is the world today; how could the flying dragon from Dinghu possibly be mounted?