English Rendering
The water's boundless like the skies,
But favourable wind won't rise,
To our regret,to help our heroes on the earth.
The cuckoo cries
Mid Southern flowers in setting sun.
How could I bear to see the ruined town o'errun
By the Tartarian foe！
The captives have no mirth,
E'en golden statues that should hear
The story would drop tear on tear.
Who would not strike a vengeful blow?
The sword once shed a vengeful light,
But,swordsman beaten,when would it again shine bright?
Who would believe,confiding our lives to a boat,
Together we could keep afloat
On river and on sea,
Sailing southward for miles,then at last we were free!
We made our plan with our allies
To wait with drunken eyes
For waves and clouds dark to appear
And disappear.
Against the chieftain of the foe,
I would fight in weal and in woe.
Wrath sets my hair on end
And it will never die.
Sleepless at night,you would only have for friend
The lonely moon on the River Qinhuai.
