On Phoenix Terrace At Jinling

On Phoenix Terrace At Jinling

On Phoenix Terrace once phoenixes came to sing;
The birds are gone, but still roll on the river's waves.
The ruined palace's buried 'neath the weeds in spring;
The ancient sages in caps and gowns all lie in graves.
The three-peak'd mountain is half lost in azure sky;
The two-fork'd stream by Egret Isle is kept apart.
As floating clouds can veil the bright sun from the eye,
Imperial Court, now out of sight, saddens my heart.

登金陵凤凰台

凤凰台上凤凰游
凤去台空江自流
吴宫花草埋幽径
晋代衣冠成古丘
三山半落青天外
二水中分白鹭洲
总为浮云能蔽日
长安不见使人愁