The year’s curtain call on yin and yang ushers shortening scenes
At the end of the world, the blizzard clears up on a cold night
When fifth watch comes, the sound of drums and horns move and stir the heart
The star river’s image billows high above the Three Gorges
Wild cries of a thousand families are heard for the waged war
Distant songs aplenty arise from faraway fishermen
A hero’s galloping horse will end up as loess yellow
Humanity’s noise and letters slow, leaving the rest at peace

Finished washing up, I lean alone against Waterwatch Tower.
The passing thousand sails are nothing of what I want, the tilted sunlight looking affectionately upon the slow waters.
My heart breaks by the white flowers of shore.

The pass’s east holds righteous men, rallying troops to deal with crooks
Once expecting a Mengjin march, their hearts are within Xianyang still
The mixt troop’s strength is not in suit, stalling ‘fore lining up like geese
Arrogance makes men squabble twixt, their heirs set to yet fight amongst
Brother of Huainan dubs himself, a seal is engraved in the North
Armor worn until lice is born, countless family names have died
White bones lay exposed in the fields, no cries of fowl for li thousand
One soul remains per hundred folk; the thought tears us apart within.

The King of Qin sent someone to pass to the Lord of Anling, “This one wishes to exchange Anling for five-hundred li of land. You must permit me to!”

The Lord of Anling said, “Great King, you are quite gracious. Exchanging something large for something small is very benevolent of you. However, I received this land from the Late King, and wish to guard it to the end. I dare not exchange it!”

Moonlight shines ‘pon tall buildings, those beams dithering wayward
Worried wondering wife on, lamenting grief unending
Who laments, dare we all ask? A rover’s wife, she just is.
Husband off a decade plus, the lonely wife oft is lone
If his road is clear of dust, her lake is turbid with dirt
Rise, sink at different trends; when they meet, will they be good?
A wish to be southwest wind, to die within his embrace
If his arms do not open, what could humble she count on?