I sing aloud the Liangfu Song,
When will I see the sun of spring?
Have you not seen the butcher of Chaoge leaving Jijin,
At eighty, coming west to fish by the Wei River's side?
Unashamed of white hair mirrored in clear water,
Meeting his time, he breathed ambition and thought of statecraft.
Widely he cast his line three thousand six hundred times,
His spirit secretly akin to King Wen's own.
The great sage's tiger-change fools cannot fathom,
In ordinary years he seemed a common man.
Have you not seen the drinker of Gaoyang rising from the grass,
Bowing deeply to the lord of Shandong with the high-bridged nose?
Entering the gate, he did not kneel but displayed his mighty eloquence,
Two maids stopped washing and hurried to attend the wind.
Eastward he took seventy-two cities of Qi,
Directing Chu and Han like whirling tumbleweed.
Even a落魄 wild guest could achieve this,
How much more a strong man facing hosts of heroes!
I wish to climb the dragon, see the enlightened lord,
But the Thunder God booms, shaking heaven's drums.
By the Emperor's side, many jade maidens play pitch-pot,
Three times a day they laugh, lightning flashes open.
Suddenly gleaming, darkening, wind and rain arise,
The nine gates of Heaven cannot be passed.
I knock my forehead against the gate, the keeper rages,
The white sun does not shine on my sincere devotion.
The man of Qi,无事, worried the sky would fall,
The Yayu grinds its teeth, vying for human flesh.
The Zouyu does not break a living grass blade,
Hands catch flying monkeys, wrestle carved tigers.
Side-footed on scorched plains, I do not speak of hardship,
The wise can roll up, the foolish boast.
The world sees me lighter than a goose feather,
Strength pushed apart three strong men of South Mountain,
The Qi minister killed them with two peaches.
When Wu and Chu raised troops without Ju Meng,
Zhou Yafu laughed, thinking it all in vain.
Liangfu Song, Liangfu Song,
The sound is truly sorrowful.
Master Zhang's two dragon swords,
Divine objects will unite in time.
Wind and clouds, moved to meet, rise from butcher and fisherman,
The great man, towering and firm, should be at peace.