In the midst of laughter and chatting with feather fans and towels, I am invincible with thousands of troops and horses.
Born in troubled times, I act without saying a word, and I don't ask anyone to judge my merits and demerits.
Who will drink with me and discuss the world?
Who can bear with me to settle down in troubled times?
Three-thirds of the world, for whom to fight for hegemony?
Now I have my sword pointing to the end of the world