English Rendering
On snowy morning I hear flute on flute pell-mell.
Where did I dream? I know not well.
I seemed to see a flood of silent cavaliers
On the northern frontiers,
West of the Wild Geese Pass
By desert-side, alas!
Awake, I only find cold candlelight,
The water clock no longer goes,
At my paper window peeps the slanting moonlight.
I promised to win victory far away.
But, O, who knows?
My hope sinks dead, my hair turns grey.
