扭曲的鹰爪扣紧山岩，

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

头接孤峰上的太阳，

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

身披如洗的蓝天。

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

脚下苍海绽微澜，

傲立峰头闲看，

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

划然落，却似雷霆下九天。

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.