This range is jagged and not far away—

I'm standing equal with the solemn alps.

There are in the air seventy-two peaks—

Seen from afar they seem awe-inspiring.

The temple with its age-old structures—

All merging with the glow of the twilight.

Wind shakes up the twigs on the pine—

Red Rock Summit is perfectly elegant.

Smoke spews out at the mid-cliff—

The path of immortals is indistinct.

Gray jade sky falls on a hundred spires—

Each one is ten thousand feet high into the skies.

Wisteria vines intertwine every single slope—

One by one, chaining down the hills with ravines.