English Rendering
The general's strategies reach far and wide,
His supreme command, with nine honors dignified.
He recalls the ancient heroes' steadfast might,
To repay his enlightened lord's grace so bright.
From west of mountains, courage surges free,
While wandering souls roam north of the frontier's lee.
Drums pound as they climb Longshan's high ridge,
Reins drawn, they charge down to the plain's wide bridge.
They vow to cross the desert, vast and stark,
And march serene through Yumen Gate's frontier arc.
Light supplies allow no rest at night,
Urgent whips drive war-chariots in flight.
Bitter winds blow fierce on the borderland,
Their steeds grow weary across the sand.
Snow dims Tianshan's paths, obscure and deep,
Ice blocks Jiaohe's source, in frozen sleep.
Frost-blurred spearheads lose their gleaming hue,
Chilled banners freeze, no longer flutter through.
Upright and firm, he leans on his long sword,
As sunset fades, dust veils all in accord.
