Clear water clears itself, and worries are like a mirror.
Qing Si’s misspoken words hurt her sworn relatives,
Knowing through the barriers and caressing the old dust.
My qin can play high mountain music,
I am envious of Bo Ya’s good music.
The sun does not shine on my sincerity.
The Qi Kingdom is worried about nothing. Those who know me and care about me will say that I am worried. When I was a humble corporal,
if I was about to die at that time, who would know that I would be loyal and sycophantic throughout the ages!