廣弘明集 16.67

16.67

Vast are the eight directions; / Boundless are the nine provinces. / Where spiritual sages reside, / All omens manifest their auspiciousness. / Mount Shou was shrouded in mists; / Lightning coiled around the heavenly pivot's light. / The plains of Zhou were fertile and rich; / The five planets entered the Fang mansion. / From then until the distant reaches, / Names exist where the places have perished. / How can one know the Ruoshui? / How can one discern the Qiongsang? / Heaven gave him free rein; / Oh, how great is our Emperor! / Taking as foundation the former omens, / He serves as a boat and bridge for the world. / Tiered eaves and stacked structures, / The distant pillar gallops aloft. / The soil becomes a pure land; / The earth is a golden platform. / Relying on this Great Ultimate, / Broadly spreading, it soars. / How could it merely be the three realms? / How could it stop at the ten directions? / Moistening the feet of ten thousand ages, / Extending hands to a hundred kings. / With a single thought responded to, / May his longevity be without bound! / Long-lasting like the sun, / Enduring like the heavens!