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.