"Unsheathing My Sword"
-- Trump Card
-- Translated by Frank C Yue
Gusting winds and slanting rains
To the brass camel bells brought endless grief;
What do the People do, time and again,
When the mountains and rivers cry out for relief?
With steel resolve unflinching,
At last my sword I am unsheathing;
Facing the stormy Sea,
I need much, much more help than a single me.