Returning Home On Foot: A Ballad
In years of your prime Your Excellency has met with perilous times,
running the state depends indeed on the qualities of a hero.
Since the dynasty’s altars of Earth and Grain are as they are right now,
who but you, sir, by martial measures can quell ruin and rebellion?
The thousand officials at Fengxiang for now are all well fed,
but no more can their clothes be light and their horses sleek.
Of the courtiers in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits
is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
Friendships formed in human life take no account of age,
in considering association why need one put sameness of temper first?
In the mountains my wife and children weep facing the heavens,
from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.