俱往矣，
数风流人物，
还看今朝。
With so much beauty is the land endowed,
So many heroes thus in homage bowed.
The first king of Qin and the seventh king of Han,
Neither was a true literary man;
The first king of Song and the second king of Tang,
Neither was noted for poetry or song.
Even the Proud Son of Heaven, for a time,
Called Genhis Khan, in his prime,
Knowing only shooting eagle, over his tent
With a bow so bent.
Alas, all no longer remain!
For truly great men,
One should look within this age’s ken.
Our motherland so rich in beauty
Has made countless heroes vie to pay her their duty.
But alas! Qin Huang and Han Wu
In culture not well bred,
And Tang Zong and Song Zu
In letters not wide read.
And Genghis Khan, proud son of Heaven for a day,
Knew only shooting eagles by bending his bows.
They have all passed away;
Brilliant heroes are those