A venomous dragon holds the sun, heaven and earth darken,
The eight directions gloom, breeding sorrowful clouds.
Deer flee Qin's garden, no place to hide,
Where contention swarms, bees form crowds.
Waves rise in four seas, whales devour each other,
Shaking, the Five Peaks crumble at their roots.
Fish and shrimp dance in waves, mad loach and leviathan,
Dragons and snakes, terrified, ascend Hongmen.
Star-banners, feathered arrows—the strong are honored,
Black winds, white rains garrison east and west.
Mountains and rivers about to split, human settlements divide,
Warriors muster courage, the monarch's survival at stake.
Xiang Zhuang's pent-up fury cannot be vented,
Yafu's combat cries are heard in heaven.
Jade light falls to earth, startling Kunlun,
Marquis Liu's spirit swallows Mount Taihua.
A tongue one inch long gives birth to spring warmth,
Shennong and Nüwa grieve in silence.
The withered snake, an old woman weeps tear stains,
The Star Official sets a scale to weigh the nobles.
Xiang Ji's bones are light, his soul lost,
Duke of Pei looks up to contend for the world.
Soon, at Gaixia, a treacherous star rises,
Songs linger, mournful to the ear.
A Wu maiden offers wine with sidelong glances,
Frosty sky, moon shines on empty fortress walls.
"My strength could move mountains," yet suddenly here,
Zhui whinnies, reluctant to cross the Wu River.
New Feng's auspicious hues rise from towers,
Western Chu's cold wormwood weeps for mournful ghosts.
Three feet of frost sings within a golden case,
Divine light, with one flick, spans eight thousand miles.
The Han Emperor gallops, vigor born,
Sweeping the southwest, welcoming the Son of Heaven.