These twin streams, do they flow from the Milky Way?
I long to trace their source, ask at sylph's bower.
Scudding surf, splattering spray, batters my blue boat,
Look up! Two cliffs split the heavens!
Shu-Shu, light summer rain, slippery stone steps,
Tse-Tse, incessant alpine wind, fills my towering sail.
Solitary quest, perilous, great marvels emerge,
Don't laugh at Tuizhi, who howled on Mount Tai!