Striking the Oars in Midstream

I offer this song to the heroes, famous and unknown, in the history of Huaxia civilization. Even if their names have faded into obscurity, as long as anyone in Huaxia still lives, someone will remember them and give thanks. Born amid the Xiongnu, I died amid Jie turmoil. I took up arms, unwilling to flee south. With my wisdom, I guarded my fields. With my courage, I drove out the invaders and sent them fleeing. The northern wind was bitterly cold; snowmelt froze to ice. Longing to return to my homeland, I slept with spear in hand, awaiting dawn. Fallen on the battlefield, I still swung my spear with fierce abandon. We shared our garments in life and lay side by side in death. Life brought no peace; in death, I longed for home. If I cannot return home, what joy is there for me? I gripped the oars and struck the river, swearing an oath. As long as the barbarians remain unchecked, I will not turn back.