1. I shake you not out of anger towards you
Though you be perfidious, treacherous, traitorous

2. But it is the nature of sword and whip to shake
If I precede the racers and arouse the dormant

3. None has shaken the sides of the noble steed
Like a fine-bred stallion shaking its mane

4. When the sword drinks not the blood boiling hot
Thirsty, it refuses to drink cold water

5. I had pinned my hopes on a shining full moon
To be ripped apart by a bare, sharper sword

6. Leaving brighter traces than the tail of a comet
And more luminous lines than the rising moon

7. What sprig is nobler in name, more high-reaching
Than our family line, pure and extending to water

8. With softer sides and better mettle
And sweeter nature and greener edges