Mountains and streams a long way away - who can remember them?
Where, at the sky's edge, is my native land?
Since my terrifying experience my energy has faded.
Gradually, wind and frost have ravaged my countenance.
In the night I dream of returning, to and fro;
In my half-dreaming state is it possible that some messages may be transmitted?
In the vast barbarian sky my cries are not answered,
Yet the bright moon is my Han moon, which should recognize me.