The Jade Mountain/Under a Border-fortress
UNDER A BORDER-FORTRESS
(Written to Music)
Drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn water!—The stream is cold and the wind like a sword,As we watch against the sunset on the sandy plain,Far, far away, shadowy Ling-t'ao.Old battles, waged by those long walls,Once were proud on all men's tongues.But antiquity now is a yellow dust,Confusing in the grasses its ruins and white bones.