忘言歌 - Already Known, a song
The young man was born
all untamable defiance bestowed by heaven;
hacking away at the thistles and thorns, had he ever spoken of his toil?
Making his way in the vast world
his passion blazes; every kindness is heartfelt - and must be repaid.
may he delight in the satisfaction of countering and foiling his opponent’s every move.
In the river of stars constellations turn and turn; infinity lies before me.
The mighty ocean beats at the shore - listen to those surging waves.
The affairs of this world are chaotic.
A long sword? Better yet, a companion with whom you can walk on this path.
Don’t bother with the likes of plebian mortals or their dusty rules and teachings.
The keenest edge, sharpest blade, naturally dares to question heaven’s limits.
Heaven and earth, let me follow my heart’s desire this once;
singing a drunken serenade to the sun and moon is best done in youth. In youth!
Always, the chivalrous swordsman provokes howling wind and stormy clouds.
Having ascended to the highest peak, who is afraid of the solitary, cold silence there?
I must, I must, in a cool breeze under the moonlight, draw you into my embrace.
And while looking down upon the mortal world, stroll across the highest heaven.
A fresh-faced handsome man, the bamboo forest does not hide,
swaying in the gentle chill of a spring breeze.
Wandering through down familiar roads, old ground, clad in robes from those times.
The fiercest wind and raindrops are coming down like swords; brew wine,
and upon downing it, let us pour out the truth, laying everything out;
looking back, with words unneeded - heart known, resentments and debts are nulled.
In dreams, at love’s end, what was black and white is turned upside down.
Wandering in the desolate wilderness, even as time passes, the heart’s devotion does not wane.
What do you mean ‘this is just, and that is evil’, where is the evidence, the proof?
One man speaks, others echo without thought. It is laughable indeed!
Don’t bother with the likes of plebian mortals or their dusty rules and teachings.
The keenest edge, sharpest blade, naturally dares to question heaven’s limits.
Heaven and earth, let me follow my heart’s desire this once;
singing a drunken serenade to the sun and moon is best done in youth. In youth!
Always, the chivalrous swordsman provokes howling wind and stormy clouds.
Having ascended to the highest peak, who is afraid of the solitary, cold silence there?
I must, I must, in a cool breeze under the moonlight, draw you into my embrace,
and while looking down upon the mortal world, stroll across the highest heaven.
Don’t bother with the likes of plebian mortals or their dusty rules and teachings.
The keenest edge, sharpest blade, naturally dares to question heaven’s limits.
Heaven and earth, let me follow my heart’s desire this once;
singing a drunken serenade to the sun and moon is best done in youth. In youth!
Always, the chivalrous swordsman provokes howling wind and storm clouds.
Having ascended to the highest peak, who is afraid of the solitary, cold silence there?
I must, I must, in a cool breeze under the moonlight, draw you into my embrace,
and while looking down upon the mortal world, stroll across the highest heaven.
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