So much remains to do, but I am too old,
The world is too vast—might as well just drink.
His moment ripe, a fool can catapult to glory
While heroes, their time past, must choke down their
I dreamed of serving my lord, tilting the earth on its
Washing my weapons in Heaven’s river—but I failed.
The land remains unavenged, my hair’s already white.
How often have I whetted my sword under the moon?
Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich