鐔津文集 17.24

17.24

The sun rises, and the wilderness is bright and clear; / In solemn reverence I go to visit the follower of the Way. / Indistinct, I travel beyond the lake; / Carefree, I walk along the clouds. / Autumn is high, and the vault of heaven is pure; / Fallen leaves fly this way and that. / Riding the wind, I cross forests and ridges, / Feeling my robe and shoes grow lighter and lighter. / From time to time, amidst the ethereal realm, / A gentle breeze carries the cry of a crane. / I know I am near the immortal's dwelling; / My wandering thoughts are cool and clear. / In a moment, I turn into a secluded valley; / The Purple Mansions and the mushroom fields lie level. / An immortal boy runs swiftly to report; / Master Songzi comes to the gate to welcome me. / Joining sleeves, we speak and laugh; / What brings us joy is no vulgar sentiment. / With cinnabar cheeks, the man has not aged; / His Daoist countenance is naturally perfected. / Spreading the feast, jade grains are arranged; / On the platters are delicacies of purple shoots. / Attentive, like old friends of long standing, / Relaxed and unrestrained, we pour out our hearts. / At dusk, how can I bear to say I must leave? / Lingering, I lean against the mountain pillars. / Wishing to make an agreement to seek him out again, / I still worry that his lofty name may change.