Les feux du bivouac illuminent le ciel.
La neige alourdit les étendards glacés.
Les cavaliers galopent dans la campagne.
Le général en chef a reçu la tablette d'ivoire
et pris congé de l'Empereur.
Voici revenu le temps oú le moindre guerrier
est plus considéré qu'un illustre lettré !
Voici revenu le temps oú les mères
et les épouses s'endorment, chaque soir,
le visage tourné vers l'Est !
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• M. Ponce
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Confirmed with Franz Toussaint, La flûte de jade : poésies chinoises, Paris: H. Piazza, 1926, page 74.
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The fires of the encampment light up the sky.
The snow weighs down the frozen banners.
The horsemen gallop in the fields.
The commanding general has received the ivory tablet
and been granted leave by the Emperor.
The time has come again when the humblest warrior
is more highly regarded than the most renowned scholar.
The time has come again when mothers
and wives go to sleep, every night,
with their faces turned towards the East.
Available sung text translations: ← What is this?
• M. Ponce