BY LI T'AI-PO
IIt is the Fifth Month,But still the Heaven-high hillsShine with snow.There are no flowersFor the heart of the earth is yet too chilly.From the centre of the campComes the sound of a flutePlaying "The Snapped Willow."No colour mists the trees,Not yet have their leaves broken.At dawn, there is the shock and shouting of battle,Following the drums and the loud metal gongs.At night, the soldiers sleep, clasping the pommels of their jade-ornamented saddles.They sleep lightly,With their two-edged swords girt below their loins,So that they may be able in an instant to rush upon the BarbariansAnd destroy them.IIHorses!Horses!Swift as the three dogs' wind!Whips stinging the clear air like the sharp calling of birds,They ride across the camel-back bridgeOver the river Wei.They bend the bows,Curving them away from the moon which shines behind themOver their own country of Han.They fasten feathers on their arrowsTo destroy the immense arrogance of the foe.Now the regiments are dividedAnd scattered like the five-pointed stars,Sea mist envelops the deserted camp,The task is accomplished,And the portrait of Ho P'iao YaoHangs magnificently in the Lin Pavilion.IIIWhen Autumn burns along the hills,The Barbarian hordes mount their horsesAnd pour down from the North.Then, in the country of Han,The Heavenly soldiers ariseAnd depart from their homes.The High GeneralDivides the tiger tally.Fight, Soldiers!Then lie down and restOn the Dragon sand.The frontier moon casts the shadows of bows upon the ground,Swords brush the hoar-frost flowers of the Barbarians' country.The Jade Pass has not yet been forced,Our soldiers hold it strongly.Therefore the young married womenMay cease their lamentations.IVThe Heavenly soldiers are returningFrom the sterile plains of the North.Because the Barbarians desired their horsesTo drink of the streams of the South,Therefore were our spears held level to the chargeIn a hundred fights.In straight battle our soldiers foughtTo gain the supreme gratitudeOf the Most High Emperor.They seized the snow of the Inland SeaAnd devoured it in their terrible hunger.They lay on the sand at the top of the Dragon MoundAnd slept.All this they bore that the Moon ClanMight be destroyed.Now indeed have they won the rightTo the soft, high bed of Peace.It is their just portion.
IIt is the Fifth Month,But still the Heaven-high hillsShine with snow.There are no flowersFor the heart of the earth is yet too chilly.From the centre of the campComes the sound of a flutePlaying "The Snapped Willow."No colour mists the trees,Not yet have their leaves broken.At dawn, there is the shock and shouting of battle,Following the drums and the loud metal gongs.At night, the soldiers sleep, clasping the pommels of their jade-ornamented saddles.They sleep lightly,With their two-edged swords girt below their loins,So that they may be able in an instant to rush upon the BarbariansAnd destroy them.IIHorses!Horses!Swift as the three dogs' wind!Whips stinging the clear air like the sharp calling of birds,They ride across the camel-back bridgeOver the river Wei.They bend the bows,Curving them away from the moon which shines behind themOver their own country of Han.They fasten feathers on their arrowsTo destroy the immense arrogance of the foe.Now the regiments are dividedAnd scattered like the five-pointed stars,Sea mist envelops the deserted camp,The task is accomplished,And the portrait of Ho P'iao YaoHangs magnificently in the Lin Pavilion.IIIWhen Autumn burns along the hills,The Barbarian hordes mount their horsesAnd pour down from the North.Then, in the country of Han,The Heavenly soldiers ariseAnd depart from their homes.The High GeneralDivides the tiger tally.Fight, Soldiers!Then lie down and restOn the Dragon sand.The frontier moon casts the shadows of bows upon the ground,Swords brush the hoar-frost flowers of the Barbarians' country.The Jade Pass has not yet been forced,Our soldiers hold it strongly.Therefore the young married womenMay cease their lamentations.IVThe Heavenly soldiers are returningFrom the sterile plains of the North.Because the Barbarians desired their horsesTo drink of the streams of the South,Therefore were our spears held level to the chargeIn a hundred fights.In straight battle our soldiers foughtTo gain the supreme gratitudeOf the Most High Emperor.They seized the snow of the Inland SeaAnd devoured it in their terrible hunger.They lay on the sand at the top of the Dragon MoundAnd slept.All this they bore that the Moon ClanMight be destroyed.Now indeed have they won the rightTo the soft, high bed of Peace.It is their just portion.
IIt is the Fifth Month,But still the Heaven-high hillsShine with snow.There are no flowersFor the heart of the earth is yet too chilly.From the centre of the campComes the sound of a flutePlaying "The Snapped Willow."No colour mists the trees,Not yet have their leaves broken.At dawn, there is the shock and shouting of battle,Following the drums and the loud metal gongs.At night, the soldiers sleep, clasping the pommels of their jade-ornamented saddles.They sleep lightly,With their two-edged swords girt below their loins,So that they may be able in an instant to rush upon the BarbariansAnd destroy them.
I
It is the Fifth Month,
But still the Heaven-high hills
Shine with snow.
There are no flowers
For the heart of the earth is yet too chilly.
From the centre of the camp
Comes the sound of a flute
Playing "The Snapped Willow."
No colour mists the trees,
Not yet have their leaves broken.
At dawn, there is the shock and shouting of battle,
Following the drums and the loud metal gongs.
At night, the soldiers sleep, clasping the pommels of their jade-ornamented saddles.
They sleep lightly,
With their two-edged swords girt below their loins,
So that they may be able in an instant to rush upon the Barbarians
And destroy them.
IIHorses!Horses!Swift as the three dogs' wind!Whips stinging the clear air like the sharp calling of birds,They ride across the camel-back bridgeOver the river Wei.They bend the bows,Curving them away from the moon which shines behind themOver their own country of Han.They fasten feathers on their arrowsTo destroy the immense arrogance of the foe.Now the regiments are dividedAnd scattered like the five-pointed stars,Sea mist envelops the deserted camp,The task is accomplished,And the portrait of Ho P'iao YaoHangs magnificently in the Lin Pavilion.
II
Horses!
Horses!
Swift as the three dogs' wind!
Whips stinging the clear air like the sharp calling of birds,
They ride across the camel-back bridge
Over the river Wei.
They bend the bows,
Curving them away from the moon which shines behind them
Over their own country of Han.
They fasten feathers on their arrows
To destroy the immense arrogance of the foe.
Now the regiments are divided
And scattered like the five-pointed stars,
Sea mist envelops the deserted camp,
The task is accomplished,
And the portrait of Ho P'iao Yao
Hangs magnificently in the Lin Pavilion.
IIIWhen Autumn burns along the hills,The Barbarian hordes mount their horsesAnd pour down from the North.Then, in the country of Han,The Heavenly soldiers ariseAnd depart from their homes.The High GeneralDivides the tiger tally.Fight, Soldiers!Then lie down and restOn the Dragon sand.The frontier moon casts the shadows of bows upon the ground,Swords brush the hoar-frost flowers of the Barbarians' country.The Jade Pass has not yet been forced,Our soldiers hold it strongly.Therefore the young married womenMay cease their lamentations.
III
When Autumn burns along the hills,
The Barbarian hordes mount their horses
And pour down from the North.
Then, in the country of Han,
The Heavenly soldiers arise
And depart from their homes.
The High General
Divides the tiger tally.
Fight, Soldiers!
Then lie down and rest
On the Dragon sand.
The frontier moon casts the shadows of bows upon the ground,
Swords brush the hoar-frost flowers of the Barbarians' country.
The Jade Pass has not yet been forced,
Our soldiers hold it strongly.
Therefore the young married women
May cease their lamentations.
IV
The Heavenly soldiers are returningFrom the sterile plains of the North.Because the Barbarians desired their horsesTo drink of the streams of the South,Therefore were our spears held level to the chargeIn a hundred fights.In straight battle our soldiers foughtTo gain the supreme gratitudeOf the Most High Emperor.They seized the snow of the Inland SeaAnd devoured it in their terrible hunger.They lay on the sand at the top of the Dragon MoundAnd slept.All this they bore that the Moon ClanMight be destroyed.Now indeed have they won the rightTo the soft, high bed of Peace.It is their just portion.
The Heavenly soldiers are returning
From the sterile plains of the North.
Because the Barbarians desired their horses
To drink of the streams of the South,
Therefore were our spears held level to the charge
In a hundred fights.
In straight battle our soldiers fought
To gain the supreme gratitude
Of the Most High Emperor.
They seized the snow of the Inland Sea
And devoured it in their terrible hunger.
They lay on the sand at the top of the Dragon Mound
And slept.
All this they bore that the Moon Clan
Might be destroyed.
Now indeed have they won the right
To the soft, high bed of Peace.
It is their just portion.