English Rendering
In Han and Wei, many held strange and noble pride,
Unconventional, they left fame and wealth aside.
They took pride in keeping promises they'd own,
Each harboring ambitions to overthrow the throne.
To make a friend, they valued a single word so deep,
To meet a pledge, a thousand miles they'd leap.
Their dark-stained bows gleam under the moon's light,
Gold-reined steeds gallop as floating clouds in flight.
Some played flutes in Wu's market, free and loud,
Some struck zithers in Yan's streets, a fearless crowd.
Like Marquis of Bowang who sought the river's source,
They roamed to find brave friends on their course.
A young man with but one glance could command,
Driving northward, leaving Longtou's land.
Their halberds shimmer like frost in the air,
Swords gleam with rainbows, beyond compare.
Tianshan's snows, both winter and summer, lie,
Jiaohe's waters north and south flow by.
When clouds loom dark o'er Dragon Sands' terrain,
Leaves fall at Wild Goose Gate, autumn's reign.
They'd risk their lives for friends who understand,
Not for their own gain, but for a righteous stand.
