The phoenix are at play on their terrace. br The phoenix are gone, the river Hows on alone. br Flowers and grass br Cover over the dark path br where lay the dynastic house of the Go. br The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin br Are now the base of old hills. br br The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven, br The isle of White Heron br splits the two streams apart. br Now the high clouds cover the sun br And I can not see Choan afar br And I am sad.