Bristling with anger, I’m leaning on the railings, and it has stopped raining.

Looking into the distance and howling up to the sky, I’m full of ambition.

As a general of thirty my achievement is as small as dust.

On the long way of fighting I've experienced a lot of ups and downs.

I mustn’t fritter away my youth; remorse will be in vain when my hair grows grey.

The humiliation of the Jingkang incident has not been washed away.

As a minister, when can I extinguish my resentment

I'm going to fiercely attack Helan Mountains in my chariot.

With ambition to win the war I’ll eat the flesh of the enemy when hungry.

Talking and laughing, I’ll drink the invaders’ blood when thirsty.

Determined to start all over again and regain the old land, I can pay homage to the former capital of the empire.