Phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, Have abandoned it now to this desolate river; The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds; The garments of Qin are ancient dust. ...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks, Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river, A cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, To hide his city from my melancholy heart.