The sky is high, the clouds are pale,
We watch the wild geese vanish southward.
If we fail to reach the Great Wall we are not men
We who have already measured twenty thousand li
High on the crest of Mount Liupan
Red banners wave freely in the west wind.
Today we hold the long cord in our hands,
When shall we bind fast the Grey Dragon?
i`m culturally limited to understand Mao`s poem but i like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very descriptive for so few words- -is that what well-penned means?