My heart will be broken and I will hate when I just leave Shu Road. Spring is like a year, and I immediately smell the cuckoo from time to time.
Three thousand ladies-in-waiting are all beautiful, killing each other. Who knows today is a prophecy!
Vernacular translation (rhyming translation);
Just left Shu and embarked on the road of the capital of song dynasty. My heart is broken.
This resentment of running away from home has been lingering in my mind.
The beautiful spring scenery along the way makes people feel like a lifetime ago.
Riding on a horse, I always hear the crying cuckoo calling home.
There are 3,000 maids in Shu Palace, all of whom are beautiful.
Everyone is competing for beauty every day.
Because the king wrote Wan Li's songs to the sky, everyone wore a high bun to show the sky.
Unexpectedly, surrendering to the Song Dynasty and not going to Shu was a prophecy!