You can paddle fast your three-mast boat,

And be good at riding your winged steed.

But you’ll never be able to attain my home,

Which is to say in the most secluded place.

My cave hides in the deep range of peaks,

Where clouds and thunders descend all days.

Since you’re not a master like Confucius, sir,

You don’t have ability in saving the world.

There are many clever scholars in this world

Who work hard, probing the abstruse writings.

In the “Three Principles: they stand all alone;

At the “Six Arts” they surpass other noblemen.

In style and spirit they are outstandingly rare;

In their excellences they go beyond the crowd.

But they don’t know the meaning of "within,"

Just hunting for what is outside in total disarray.