DRINKING ALONE ON THE ROCK IN THE RIVER OF THE CLEAR STREAM

I have a flagon of wine in my hand. I am alone on the Ancestor Rock in the river. Since the time when Heaven and Earth were divided, How many thousand feet has the rock grown? I lift my cup to Heaven and smile. Heaven turns round, the sun shines in the West. I am willing to sit on this rock forever, Perpetually casting my fish-line like Yen Ling. Send and ask the man in the midst of the hills Whether we are not in harmony, both pursuing the same thing.