土隐者贫，
勇侠轻非。
Yet it has an end unto its days. High in the sky the dragon flies,
心常叹怨，
戚戚多悲。
Yet it returns to earth when it dies. Long in the pen the old steed stays,
幸甚至哉，
歌以咏志。
Yet recalls its running ways. A hero blest with senior years
贫瘠的土地让士人满怀忧虑，
悍悍的百姓胆大不驯。
Aims high, strives hard dismissing fears. How long the sand of life may flow,
他们的困苦让人悲悯。
歌唱我忧虑的心情。
Not to Heaven alone we owe. Sound in body, sound in mind,