Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River，

And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China；

Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells

On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom；

A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud；

The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain；

And now， when the heavens are propitious for action，

Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer.