Sudden veer of wind and rain
Showering misery through the land,
The warlords are clashing anew
Yet another Golden Millet Dream.
Red banners leap over the Ting River
Straight to Lungyen and Shanghang.
We have reclaimed part of the golden bowl
And land is being shared out with a will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem