English Rendering
E’er since for forty years, this land: my home, my country;
A realm of a thousand miles of a mountained, rivered terrain.
Grand palatial towers and chambers, rise high to meet the skies;
Jade green leaves on boughs and branches, vines in a misty veil.
When did I know of battle shields and blades?
Now that I’m made a subject, a lord in name, a captive;
Thinned waist, hoary temples: O how I’m wasting away!
And worst at the shrine on parting day, hurried-worried despite,
Court musicians still remained, just parting songs were played.
O tears I rolled before the palace maids.
