I was taken on horseback to the ends of the earth;
Tiring of life, I sought death, but death would not come.
The barbarians stink so. How can they be considered human?
Their pleasures and angers are like the jackal's and the wolf's - how unbearable!
We travel to the end of Tianshan, enduring all the frost and sleet;
The customs are rude, the land is desolate - we are near the nomads' territories.
An overcast sky stretches beyond ten thousand miles. Not a single bird is in sight.
The cold sands are boundless: one can no longer tell the south from the north.