Joy of Eternal Union
The land is boundless as of yore,
But nowhere can be found
A hero like the king defending southern shore.
The singing hall, the dancing ground,
All gallant deeds now sent away
By driving wind and blinding rain!
The slanting sun sheds its departing ray
O’er tree-shaded and grassy lane
Where lived the Cowherd King retaking the lost land.
In bygone years,
Leading armed cavaliers,
With golden spear in hand,
Tigerlike, he had slain
The foe on the thousand-mile Central Plain.
His son launched in haste a northern campaign;
Defeated at Mount Wolf, he shed his tears in vain.
I still remember three and forty years ago
The thriving town destroyed in flames by the foe.
How can I bear
To see the chief aggressor’s shrine
Worshipped ‘mid crows and drumbeats as divine?
Who would still care
If an old general
Is strong enough to take back the lost capital?
Where is the Central Plain?