風鞭萬馬雲無勒﹐天彈銀丸雨脫弦。俄霽晴空澄似洗﹐千頃深碧湧金輪。

The wind whips myriad unbridled horses of clouds
The heaven shoots the silver pellets of raindrops
When the shower’s gone, the fine sky looks as clear as washed
The golden disk emerges from the depth of thousand acres of blue