Young already I was pure, oh, and served the right way ceaselessly.
Who holds such splendid morals, oh: the world will drag through brambled weeds.
God never glimpsed my splendid morals, oh: long suffered I catastrophe.
God called out to Wu Yang, saying: "There is a man below: I wish to help him.
His soul is scattered: with your rod divine it back to him."
Wu Yang answered: "To catch a dream, God! How difficult it is to produce this:
If by the rod I must divine, I fear delay, oh: lest his body stiffen useless."
Wu Yang then began to summon, saying: "Spirit, oh: come back!
"You left behind your warm, safe body: wherefore run you to-and-fro, ah?
"You abandoned where you once were happy: such a thing ill fate forebodes, ah!"