My old and young mother,
You bear the vicissitudes of history.
From ancient times.
You are full of national humiliation and resentment,
Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
You're wrapped in lightning-
The impact of ice and fire,
Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana.
From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach,
Push Ma Benteng to the sea.
Yellow River-
My old mother!
How many times have you recorded the rise and fall of the Chinese nation?
Once upon a time
Your riddled riverbed,
Full of poverty, pain, tears, blood, shame,
Confused and sad
From blue to white hair.
Never forget without thinking!
Sadness!
Sadness!
Sadness!
Despite the difficulties,
Despite the tears,