English Rendering
Rejuvenated,my fiery zeal I display:
Left hand leashing a yellow hound,
On the right wrist a falcon gray.
A thousand silk-capped and sable-coated horsemen sweep
Across the rising ground
And hillocks steep.
Townspeople come out of the city gate
To watch the tiger-hunting magistrate.
Heart gladdened with strong wine, who cares
For a few frosted hairs?
When will the imperial court send
Me as envoy with flags and banners? Then I'll bend
My bow like a full moon,and aiming northwest,
I Will shoot down the Wolf from the sky.
