When wealth comes, one has no choice but to accept it,
as dragons and birds in flight are toilsome to stop.
A filled florid hall befuddles three-thousand guests,
and a sword slices coldly across fourteen states.
War music soars skyward and turns the air frigid,
the wind’s waves limning autumn while moving ‘cross land.
Being an ever-good omen of the Southwest;
Who would envy an old marquis of such high rank?

Original Text
贵逼人来不自由，龙骧凤翥势难收。
满堂花醉三千客，一剑霜寒十四州。
鼓角揭天嘉气冷，风涛动地海山秋。
东南永作金天柱，谁羡当时万户侯。