Amongst the grandeur¹ of Hua Shan

　　I climb to the Flower Peak，

　　and fancy I see fairies and immortals²

　　carrying lotus in their

　　sacred white hands， robes flowing

　　they fly filling the sky with colour

　　as they rise to the palace of heaven，

　　inviting³ me to go to the cloud stage

　　and see Wei Shu-ching， guardian⁴ angel

　　of Hua Shan； so dreamily I go with them

　　riding to the sky on the back

　　of wild geese which call as they fly，

　　but when we look below at Loyang，

　　not so clear because of the mist，

　　everywhere could be seen looting

　　armies， which took Loyang， creating

　　chaos⁵ and madness with blood

　　flowing everywhere； like animals of prey⁶

　　rebel army men made into officials

　　with caps and robes to match.