Tune: “A Riverside Town”
Hunting at Mizhou
Rejuvenated, I my fiery zeal display,
On left hand leash, a yellow hound,
On right hand wrist, a falcon gray.
A thousand sild-capped, sable-coated horsemen sweep
Across the rising ground
And hillocks steep.
Townspeople pour out from the city gate
To watch the tiger-hunting magistrate.
Heart gladdened with strong wine, who cares
About a few newly-frosted hairs?
When will the court imperial send
Me as their envoy? With flags and banners then I’ll bend
My bow like a full moon, and aiming northwest, I
Will shoot the fierce Wolf from the sky.