The restoration generals recover Shandong
Victory reports fill each clear day alike
The wide river is crossed, they say, on a reed
The rebels' fate lies in a splitting bamboo
Only Yecheng remains, to be taken any day
Solely entrusted to the northern army, merit boundless
The capital all ride sweat-blood steeds
The Uighurs are fed meat in the Grape Palace
Already glad the imperial might clears seas and Tai
I often recall the royal procession passing Kongtong
Three years of flutes under the frontier moon
All nations' soldiers before the grass and trees wind
Prince Cheng's merit great, his heart turns cautious
Minister Guo's strategies deep, rare since ancient times
The Minister over the Masses' clear judgment hangs a bright mirror
The Minister of Works' spirit rivals autumn's vastness
Two or three heroes emerge for the times
To set right heaven and earth, aid the age done
Going east, no longer longing for perch
Flying south, feel there are birds nesting safe
Youth returns with caps and crowns entering
The Purple Forbidden withstands smoke and flowers entwined
The Crane Palace all night, phoenix carriage ready
At cockcrow, inquiring after rest, the dragon tower dawns
Climbing dragons, clinging to phoenixes, force unstoppable
All under heaven turn into marquises and kings
Do you know you rely on imperial power?
When fortune comes, don't boast your own strength
Since Guan Zhong kept Minister Xiao
Under the tent, Zhang Zifang is employed again
Lord Zhang, a lifelong rover of rivers and seas
Nine feet tall, beard and eyebrows grey
Summoned up, he met the gathering of wind and cloud
Propping up the toppling, his plans prove good
What more of blue robes and white horses?
Later Han, now Zhou, rejoice in revival
Every inch of land and foot of sky brings tribute
Strange auspices and rare omens vie to be sent
Know not what state presented the white ring
Again they say the mountains yielded silver urns
Hermits, cease singing the Purple Mushroom song
Poets now compose the River Clears ode
Farmers gaze anxiously, regret the dry rain
Cuckoos everywhere urge spring planting
Strong lads from Qi's banks, return, don't be slack
South of the city, longing wives grieve in many dreams
How to get a strong man to pull down the Milky Way
And wash all armor and weapons clean, never to be used again