^> 88. THE ROVER OF CHAO
Oh, the Rover of Chao with his Tartar-fashioned cap, ^r> A scimitar on his side, gleaming bright like the snow, T>w. The silver saddle glittering on his white horse, ^^ Behold, he comes and is gone like a shooting star;
</ Tj Kills a man at every ten paces as he goes,
And goes he a thousand miles without stopping.
The deed done, he shakes his raiment and departs —
None knows whither, nor even his name.
He stops at leisure and drinks with Prince Hsin-ling, Laying his drawn sword across his knee; Picks up a piece of roast meat for Chu-hai to eat; Offers a goblet of wine to Hou-ying to drink;
After three rounds gives a pledge of fealty,
And weightier is his vow even than the Five Mountains.
When his ears are hot and his eyes burn,
His heroic soul blazes forth like a rainbow.
A hammer in his hand saved the kingdom of Chao, And the whole city of Han-tan shook with terror. How the glory of two such strong men shines For a thousand autumns over the ramparts of Tai-Liang!
Sweet honor perfumes their heroic bones, Putting to shame the literati of the world, [128]
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