云行雨步，
When I climb atop the Rocky Hill,
超越九江之皋。
临观异同，
I view the vast East Sea at will. The waters quietly ebb and flow;
心意怀游豫，
不知当复何从。
The island mountains skyward go. The trees are growing dense and green;
经过至我碣石，
心惆怅我东海。
The grass is sprouting lush and clean. When autumn winds sweep o'er the shore,