Lines 11-42 of the poem. Opening ten lines of this poem read roughly as following:

I hear, in the south of the capital city

Is an assembly of many mountains.

Both to east and to west, stretching to the sea,

Big ones and small ones, too many to study in detail.

Books on mountains and geographical treatises

Are too voluminous to count on.

As I attempt to collect words to describe them,

I fear that I leave out ten thousand for every word I use.

I thought about giving up, but I couldn't do that, either.

So, here is a rough draft of what I saw as I passed by them.