客子忆秦川。
思妇高楼上，
The frontier guard is thinking of Qinchuan. In my town there stands upstairs my lass,
当窗应未眠。
星旗映疏勒，
Who faces windows thinking of her man. The stars are gleaming o'er the Tartar state;
云阵上祁连。
战气今如此，
The clouds are looming o'er the northern spheres. Now that the battle signs can hardly abate,
从军复几年？
I must serve in the army for more years.