English Rendering
A thousand miles eastward you roam,
Your lone heart dwells on journeys flown.
A single sail clings to pale streams' gleam,
While pillowed high in Qingzhou's emerald dream.
At Cypress Hall, withered grasses sigh,
Phoenix Tower's night rains fade dry.
I know your spirit yearns afar—
How oft you'll climb where sea mists spar!
