Draw my magic sword, Mind confused stare round me. See the ice floes block the Yellow River. Feel the snowfall shroud the T ai-hang Mountains. Quiet again I cast in dark waters, Find the fragile boat that might drift sunwards. So many side-tracks.
New breezes flatten down the waves ahead.
I ll set cloud sails, cross the Blue Horizon. We fought for Mulberry Springs Die now for Garlic River. Wash our swords in Parthian Seas, Feed our mounts on T ien Shan snows. Thousands of miles to and fro. The Three Armies tired and old.