I Was Once an Immortal from Heaven

Green-green, the cypress trees on the hill; rugged, the stones in the ravine.

Between heaven and earth, a human life is brief, like a traveler on a distant journey.

We share a jug of wine for pleasure, making the most of what we have, not calling it poor.

We drive our carts and urge our tired horses, wandering through Wan and Luo.

How splendid Luoyang is, where the highborn seek each other out.

Great avenues lined with side streets, and many mansions belonging to lords and nobles.