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Song of the War Chariots
With bow and arrow at every soldier's waist.
Fathers, mothers, wives, and children run to say farewell,
Until the dust hides Xianyang Bridge and leaves a barren waste.
They tug at coats, stamp feet, and block the winding way,
Their bitter weeping pierces through the cloud-swept sky.
A passerby inquires what the travelers would say,
The soldiers only answer: the levies never die.
Some left at fifteen to defend the northern stream,
And now at forty farm the western borderland.
Enlisted as a boy with scarves by village chiefs, a dream
Of youth is lost; now old and white, he guards the sand.
The frontier blood has pooled to form a bitter sea,
While Martial Emperors still thirst for distant soil.
Have you not heard how through the eastern provinces, we see
A thousand ruined villages where thorns and briars toil?
Though sturdy wives may take up hoes and try to plow,
The tangled crops grow wild across the furrowed plain.
Qin soldiers are inured to bitter suffering now,
Driven to slaughter just like dogs and chickens slain.
Though elders pause to ask about their wretched state,
How dare these drafted peasants voice their deep despair?
Consider how this very winter, sealed by fate,
The western troops find no release from toil and care.
County officials press for taxes with relentless cries—
From where can empty hands produce the gold they demand?
Now people know that bearing sons brings only sighs,
While bearing daughters proves a blessing through the land.
A daughter marries just across the neighbor's fence,
While sons are buried deep beneath the nameless weeds.
Have you not seen the flats where Qinghai's shores commence,
Where ancient bones bleach white as no one intercedes?
New ghosts wail bitterly while ancient specters weep,
Beneath the gloomy, rain-drenched sky where sorrows sleep.
耶孃妻子走相送,塵埃不見鹹陽橋。
牽衣頓足闌道哭,哭聲直上幹雲霄。
道傍過者問行人,行人但云點行頻。
或從十五北防河,便至四十西營田。
去時里正與裹頭,歸來頭白還戍邊。
邊亭流血成海水,武皇開邊意未已。
君不聞漢家山東二百州,千村萬落生荊杞。
縱有健婦把鋤犂,禾生隴畝無東西。
況復秦兵耐苦戰,被驅不異犬與雞。
長者雖有問,役夫敢申恨。
且如今年冬,未休關西卒。
縣官急索租,租稅從何出?信知生男惡,反是生女好。
生女猶是嫁比鄰,生男埋沒隨百草。
君不見青海頭,古來白骨無人收。
新鬼煩冤舊鬼哭,天陰雨濕聲啾啾。
Fathers mothers wives children run mutually seeing off, dust not seeing Xianyang Bridge.
Pulling clothes stamping feet blocking road crying, cry sound straight ascends touching cloud heaven.
Roadside passing ones ask marching men, marching men only say conscription ranks frequent.
Or from fifteen north guarding river, then reach forty west garrisoning fields.
Going when village head gives wrapping head, returning head white still guarding frontier.
Frontier post flowing blood becomes sea water, Martial Emperor opening borders intent not yet ended.
Lord not you hear Han family Shandong two hundred prefectures, thousand villages myriad hamlets produce thorns and briars.
Even if there are able women holding hoes and plows, grain grows ridges and furrows without east and west.
Much more Qin soldiers endure bitter fighting, being driven not different from dogs and chickens.
Elders although have questions, drafted men how dare vent hatred.
Moreover like this year's winter, not resting pass-west soldiers.
County officials urgently demand taxes, rent taxes from where emerge? Truly know bearing boys evil, opposite is bearing girls good.
Bearing girls still are married to neighbors, bearing boys buried and submerged following hundred grasses.
Lord not you see Qinghai head, anciently white bones without person collecting.
New ghosts bitterly grieving old ghosts weeping, sky overcast rain damp sound chirping chirping.