��90. THE CATARACT OF LUH SHAN— I
��Westward I ascend the Peak of Incense Burner; Southward I see the mighty waterfall. It plunges three hundred chang down the mountain, And froths for miles in the rapids below. lAfc As wind-driven snow speed the waters,
Like a white rainbow spanning the dark. I wonder if Heaven's River had fallen from above To course through the mid-sky of clouds. jftL Long I lift my gaze — Oh, prodigious force! f How majestic the creation of gods!
Unwavering before the ocean winds that blow, JfcJ^. Glaring at the faint moon from over the river, Profusely it sprays the sky And drenches the green mountain walls. The swift torrents boil over giant rocks; The flying water scatters a mist of ethereal gems.
mountains of renown that I adore,
You fill my heart with deep repose.
No longer need I take the potion of precious stones,
You can wash away the earth stains from my face.
Let me be with the things I love,
And leave the world of man forever.
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