General Gai, a true stalwart man.
At thirty years, he commands the Imperial Guard.
Seven feet tall, with a fine beard.
The fortress of Yumen Pass is remote and lonely.
Yellow sands stretch ten thousand li, white grass withered.
To the south neighbors the Quanrong, north connects the Hu.
The general's arrival prepares for the unforeseen.
Five thousand armored soldiers, bold and strong.
In the army, with no troubles, only revelry.
Warm rooms, embroidered curtains, red floor stoves.
Woven wall hangings, patterned wool carpets.
Before the lamp, maids pour from jade pots.
Golden tripods randomly dotted with wild yak butter.
Officials in purple sashes and gold seals hurry about.
If asked, they are merely grey-headed servants.
A pair of beauties, elegant and fair.
Vermilion lips and emerald brows reflect bright eyes.
A clear song, one tune unmatched in the world.
Today, joyfully hearing the phoenix nurturing its fledgling.
Admirably surpassing even Qin Luofu.
The envoy with five horses hesitates in vain.
Wild grass embroidery on purple silk jackets.
Red dice and threaded horses facing the gambling game.
Slender hands on a jade plate toss to make 'Lu'.
Among the crowd, they boast of never losing.
In the stable, spirited and proud, all are fine steeds.
The 'Peach Blossom' and 'Chibo' horses are most prized.
Riding to hunt toward the city's southern corner.
On the winter sacrifice day, shot a thousand-year fox.
I come beyond the frontier to inspect border supplies.
For you, I fetch wine until drunk, buying the surplus.
Drunk, we fight over wine cups, clamoring loudly.
Suddenly I recall old drinking buddies in Xianyang.