An Early Audience at the Palace of Light Harmonizing Secretary Jia Zhi's Poem
- Poetry of Cen Shen

Cock-crow, the Purple Road cold in the dawn;

Linnet songs, court roofs tinted with April;

At the Golden Gate morning bell, countless doors open,

And up the jade steps float a thousand officials

With flowery scabbards.... Stars have gone down;

Willows are brushing the dew from the flags --

And, alone on the Lake of the Phoenix, a guest

Is chanting too well The Song of Bright Spring.

-- Poem translator: Kiang Kanghu