From dusk waiting through night till the watch ends.
Startled by firecrackers, I grasp my sword to look.
Comrades share hatred, furs worn threadbare together.
A true man strives hard, adding meals to his strength.
Stars shift, things change, temples turn flower-white.
The moon sets, Orion crosses, candle tears dry.
The lonely phoenix of a resentful woman haunts the pillow.
The campaigner's horse stays fit, never leaving the saddle.
Capacity vast as cosmos, leaving no land behind.
Orders stern as wind and thunder, threatening to split mountains.
Righteousness heavy among kin, fit to wrestle tigers.
Armor light on the body, no crying of cold.
Ashes fly from reed pipes, yang begins its return.
Beating time, plum blossoms fall, the song shows its end.
Song and laughter not yet done, the northern foes retreat.
Taking the southeast road at dusk toward Chang'an.