Cataract of Luh Shan, The — 2

The sun shines on the Peak of Incense Burner,
And the purple vapor rises like smoke.
Lo, the long stream of water hung up yonder!
Straight down three thousand chi the flying torrent leaps,
As if the Silver River were falling from the ninth heaven.
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Li Po
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