The golden monkey and ink-dark serpent still clash,
Yin and yang unite, and autumn comes at last.
Each victory and defeat plants a seed of wisdom,
As we watch the winds of change flow through the ages.
The golden cudgel shatters snow in cloud-shrouded caves,
The black mamba's venomous fangs bite into the stars.
Fiery eyes burn away the grudges of the nine heavens,
The serpent's shadow coils around souls in every direction.
The arena hangs above Mount Sumeru's peak,
A dragon's spine is forged into a dark iron cup.
The somersault tears through a shower of rain,
The Sea-Calming Needle lifts its purple-gold patterns.
Eight hundred miles of walls of flame collapse,
Nine thousand turns of thunder ring like a cup.
The Three Lives Stone bears the mark of Vajra,
The Ten-Direction Cauldron burns the Azure Dragon's scales.
Victory and defeat have long since scattered on the fierce winds,
But the legend lives forever in the great void.
