By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!
Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn
I climb the towers and towers
To watch out the barbarous land:
Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert
There is no wall left to this village
Bones white with a thousand frosts
High heaps, covered with trees and grass;
Who brought this to pass?
Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?
Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums?
Barbarous kings
A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn
A turmoil of wars - men, spread over thе middle kingdom
Three hundred and sixty thousand
And sorrow, sorrow like rain
Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow rеturning
Desolate, desolate fields
And no children of warfare upon them
No longer the men for offence and defence
Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the North Gate
With Rihoku's name forgotten
And we guardsmen fed to the tigers