English Rendering
This western studio's depth always convinces,
Hermit-governor paradox—what office is this?
Winecup holds windmoon, my schedule blank,
A thousand miles of plows sing autumn's thank.
Cloudwater birdsong scrubs my mind's stain,
Jade-sand tinnitus rinses the cold stream's brain.
When absorbed in yellow scrolls' tight creed,
I smell Peak Lu's incense in every reed.
