Viewing the Plain
West mountains white snow three city fort South bank clear river 10000 li bridge World wind world all brother part Sky limit tears tears one body far Only will past my prime offering much sick Not have stream dust repay emperor Astride horse beyond suburbs at times extreme gaze Not bear human affairs day desolate
White snow lies on the western hills by the three walled cities, To the south, from the clear river's bank, stretches the thousand li bridge. In this world of war and confusion, I'm cut off from my brothers, Standing alone at the end of the sky, I weep for distant places. Past my prime, all I have to offer is this sick body, I have no trickle or mote of strength with which to repay the emperor. On my horse, outwith the city, at times I gaze afar, I cannot bear our condition, which daily grows more desolate.