The warm east wind rose with the melody;
The Han emperor decreed th’ harmony.
At which all ethnics came to rejoice,
O both nations celebrating this choice.
The Han envoy turned up with gold one day,
Bailing me out he was here to assay.
Tho’a great prince rescued me, I’m so glad,
My twain sons and I parted, oh so sad.
Oh with my grief my joy this twelfth song did share,
To stay or not, to whom I’d my pain bare?
Tr. Xiao Cao