On Climbing in Nan-king to the Terrace of Phoenixes

by Li Bai

Phoenixes that play here once, so that the place was named for them,

　　Have abandoned it now to this desolated river;

　　The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds;

　　The garments of Chin are ancient dust.

　　...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks,

　　Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river,

　　A cloud has risen between the Light of Heaven and me,

　　To hide his city from my melancholy heart.

　　Li Po