Before I settled down on this high summit,

I have already pierced through a long train

Of my transformations. Believing in fate,

I fled up to the hills and low-lying dales,

Here I tarried, contemplating my life

Washed away from the mundane cares.

This misty peak men don’t want to reach—

White clouds are always dim and dense.

Fine grasses I use for my sleeping mat,

The stellar sky serves me as my only cape.

Such a joyful life! I lay down my head

On a jade pillow—O Heaven and Earth!

Being steady like all these rocky cliffs

I comply with a turn of events; I anticipate.