English Rendering
Su Wu lived among the Tartar ten years long,
He kept his Han rod strong.
A wild swan flew o’er the Forest Park of the Divine;
Could it bring a message to the Imperial Court in time?
He tended sheep in the northern border, bitter, lone;
His heart was broken, gazing toward the setting sun.
Thirsty, he drank the ice from the moon’s cave;
Hungry, he ate the snow falling from the sky.
The desert stretched endless on his eastward way;
He bade the bridge farewell, sad and drear.
He wept, holding the robe of his friend,
Their tears became blood, seeing the bitter end.
