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Song of the Aged General
he seized barbarian steeds on foot and shot straight.
He slew the white-browed tiger of Zhongshan,
who would count him among the bearded lads of Ye?
Through three thousand miles he wheeled in endless battle,
a single sword held back a million troops.
Han forces surged in thunder and lightning,
while nomad riders fled from spiked caltrops.
Wei Qing won battles through mere celestial luck,
while Li Guang found no reward, his fate askew.
Cast aside by the court, he withered into decay,
tossed by worldly tides until his hair turned white.
Once, his flying arrows pierced every target's eye;
today, a tumor like a weeping willow grows upon his elbow.
By the road he sometimes sells melons like the ancient marquis;
at his threshold he learns to plant the scholar's willow.
Murky ancient woods border his impoverished alley,
desolate cold mountains stare through his empty window.
He vows to strike a flying spring from barren rock like Ban Chao in Shule,
not drowning his sorrows in wine like the scholars of Yingchuan.
Beneath Helan Mountain the battle arrays loom like clouds,
dispatches on pheasant-feathered shafts fly day and night.
The imperial envoy recruits youths across the Three Rivers districts,
while the emperor orders generals forward from five directions.
He tries brushing his iron armor until it gleams like snow,
and casually draws his jeweled sword to rouse its stellar patterns.
Give him a Yan bow to shoot down the enemy chieftain—
he scorns to let armor rattle idly in the rear.
Do not disdain the veteran once guardian of Yunzhong;
he is still fit for one more battle to win glory.
射殺中山白額虎,肯數鄴下黃鬚兒。
一身轉戰三千里,一劒曾當百萬師。
漢兵奮迅如霹靂,虜騎崩騰畏蒺藜。
衞青不敗由天幸,李廣無功緣數奇。
自從棄置便衰朽,世事磋跎成白首。
昔時飛箭無全目,今日垂楊生左肘。
路傍時賣故侯瓜,門前學種先生柳。
蒼茫古木連窮巷,寥落寒山對虛牖。
誓令疏勒出飛泉,不似潁川空使酒。
賀蘭山下陣如雲,羽檄交馳日夕聞。
節使三河募年少,詔書五道出將軍。
試拂鐵衣如雪色,聊持寶劒動星文。
願得燕弓射天將,恥令越甲鳴吳軍。
莫嫌舊日雲中守,猶堪一戰取功勳。
Shot killed Zhongshan white-browed tiger, how willing count Yexia yellow-bearded youth.
One body revolving fought three thousand miles, one sword once faced million troops.
Han soldiers burst forth like thunderbolt, enemy horsemen stampeded fearing caltrops.
Wei Qing not defeated owed to heavenly fortune, Li Guang no merit caused by fate odd.
Since abandonment at once decayed, worldly affairs slipped away became white head.
Former time flying arrow no whole eye, today drooping willow grows left elbow.
Roadside occasionally sell former marquis melon, doorway learning plant scholar willow.
Murky ancient woods connect narrow alleys, desolate cold mountains face empty window.
Vow to make Shule issue flying spring, not like Yingchuan emptily make wine.
Helan mountain foot array like clouds, feather dispatches crossing galloping day evening heard.
Envoy of three rivers recruits youths, imperial edict five paths dispatches generals.
Try brush iron armor like snow color, casually hold precious sword move star patterns.
Wish to get Yan bow shoot heavenly general, ashamed to let Yue armor ring Wu army.
Do not dislike former days Yunzhong warden, still able one battle take merit honor.