Standing by the four-folding screens, I look at the moon, dazed, Hanging above the mountain peaks, the midday sun shines. Stream hidden in a ravine, on which a rainbow glides, Chisel edge shattering the stone, may my work endure the flow of time.

Mountains that takes on the appearance of folding screens, neighboring a stream of water, to which the edge is hidden and energy accumulated; the light of the sun, moon, and stars in the sky above illuminates the marvelous Earth.