古墓成蒼嶺，幽宮象紫台。

星辰七曜隔，河漢九泉開。

有海人寧渡，無春雁不回。

更聞松韻切，疑是大夫哀。

A Verse by Wang Wei

(Passing By the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor)

The mount of the olden tomb is shrubs-clad,

Likened to a sacred celestial hall,

Lit by five stars, by the sun, by the moon,

Within, it ever flows a silver sea,

Yet no one can cross that sea, and eke sad,

No wild geese to and fro from spring to fall.

Alas, I heard the pine trees in wind croon,

Is it the lament of Mt. Tai Pine Tree?

Tr. Ziyuzile

31/01/2024