The grandeur of ten thousand miles
is not far away,
the smoke of war is shaking the five rivers.
Snow-capped mountains,
desolate grasslands,
scattered and fleeing across several countries.
Behind the Wei Mountain pass,
unknown to the world,
conspiracies emerge in youth.

Looking back, how much work do I have now?
Look at my precious sword,
there will never be a day of peace.
My early years were wasted,
but now I am turning stones into gold.
an old horse, resting in his slumber,
I am even more vigorous.
I must do things thoroughly.
The country is now settled,
who dares to boast about achievements?