The Third Song
Oh they forced me to leave the Han soil for their turf,
My home and chastity lost, how could I eft live?
I shuddered at the fur coat of native,
Their rammish food made my ire surge like surf.
They were drumming and howling all night long;
Gale roared outside many a gloomy tent.
This third song writ while my heart was rent,
When could I ease my resentment so strong?
Tr. Xiao Cao