English Rendering
With emerald sails and cassia-oared grace,
You’ll trace long rivers past each mountain’s face.
A thousand leagues, your household drifts from spring,
One magistrate’s barge bears east its king.
A connoisseur of wine’s refined art,
Yet bold enough to mock street lads’ heart.
When we part, keep our bond bright in view—
Gibbons wail through mists where trees stand blue.