At the Pond and Terrace of Consort Zheng, Happy to Meet Instructor Zheng and Drink with Him
I never thought that I would live among war horses,
and then who would have known we would share a cup of ale?
Burning navel, the fort at Mei ruined,
holding his standard, the Han officer returned.
White hair, a thousand stalks of snow.
loyal heart, one square inch of ash.
Parted, we passed through places of dying,
suddenly we are climbing a terrace and telling all.
Once again we face Qin’s pipes playing,
together we come to visit Ruan’s house.
We linger on, dancing in the spring night,
shedding tears, we try to keep staying on.