For Thos Fallen For The Country
We take our sourthern spears and don our coats of mail;
When chariot axles clash, with daggers we assail.
Banners obscure the sun, the foe roll up like cloud,
Arrows fall thick; forward press our warriors proud.
Our line is broken through, our position o'errun,
My left-hand horse is killed and wounded my right-hand one.
The fallen horses block my wheels and I am stayed;
In vain I beat the sounding drum with rods of jade.
By angry powers' order our men should be slain,
And here and there our warriors' corpses strew the plain.
They came out not to return to where they belong;
The battlefield's so vast, their homeward way so long.
With sword in hand and long bow captured from the west,
Though head and body sever, their heart's not repressed.
They were indeed couragous and ready to fight,
And steadfast to the end, undaunted by armed might.
Their spirit deathless is, although their blood was shed,
Captains among the ghosts, heroes among the dead!