Invading its interior in cold and heat,
Slacking its naked exterior with breeze and drizzles,
Wearing down its stamina by time unendurable by Man,
The heaven wields an invisible hammer and axe,
To shape the earth's enormous granite and marble surface.

Accumulating the force, up to acme,
Wind, no longer kissing, brought in thunderstorm and tempest,
Water, no more limp, upsurged into a deluge, rolling rocks,
Vast waves galloped and raved, 
Irresistibly to sweep anything away!   

Numerous flaming terra-cotta gullies and ravines left,
Like a ceasefire battlefield where heaps of times the heaven has engaged,
Resemble hero's monuments, martyr's figures, and upheld fists.
Water in the lake of concave line appears as blood and tears
And as the damask of today's sky azure in myriad of miles.

The human, when exposed to nature by bare hands,
Prostrated himself to worship heartfully its power;
But reshaped peaks in giants' busts after acquiring extreme tools
To request the heaven to back off its stepped-up erosions
In order to leave his offspring this place at peace.