Translation:At Fifteen I Joined the Army on Expedition
- At fifteen I joined the army on expedition,
- Only at eighty did I finally return.
- On the way I met a villager:
- "Who is left in my home?"
- "See there in the distance is your home,
- Among the pine, cypress, and graves piled high."
- Rabbits enter through the dog hole,
- Pheasants fly from the rafters.
- In the parlour grows wild grain,
- Upon the well grows wild vegetables.
- I grind the grain for a meal,
- I pick the vegetables for the broth.
- Meal and broth are ready in an instant,
- But I know not whom to serve.
- As I step out and look east,
- Falling tears soak my clothes.
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