The river roars in surging flood, Northward, silted, the crossing lost. Long grasses pulled, fine jade sunk— T…
The river roars in surging flood,
Northward, silted, the crossing lost.
Long grasses pulled, fine jade sunk—
The River Master accepts, but the bundles fail.
Firewood floats, blame falls on Wei.
Fires rage, what halts the flood?
Fallen trees, stones pressed in place—
Let the gates hold, and blessings return.