The Poem
| Traditional Chinese | Simplified Chinese | Hanyu Pinyin | Translation |
|---|---|---|---|
| 怒髮衝冠，憑欄處，瀟瀟雨歇。 | 怒发冲冠，凭栏处，潇潇雨歇。 | Nù fà chōng guān, píng lán chù, xiāo xiāo yǔ xiē. | My wrath bristles through my helmet, the rain stops as I stand by the rail; |
| 抬望眼，仰天長嘯，壯懷激烈。 | 抬望眼，仰天长啸，壮怀激烈。 | Tái wàng yǎn, yǎng tiān cháng xiào, zhuàng huái jī liè. | I look up towards the sky and let loose a passionate roar. |
| 三十功名塵與土，八千里路雲和月。 | 三十功名尘与土，八千里路云和月。 | Sān shí gōng míng chén yǔ tǔ, bā qiān lǐ lù yún hé yuè. | At age thirty my deeds are nothing but dust, my journey has taken me over eight thousand li |
| 莫等閒白了少年頭，空悲切。 | 莫等闲白了少年头，空悲切。 | Mò děng xián bái liǎo shào nián tóu, kōng bēi qiè. | So do not sit by idly, for young men will grow old in regret. |
| 靖康恥，猶未雪； | 靖康耻，犹未雪； | Jìng kāng chǐ, yóu wèi xuě; | The Humiliation of Jingkang still lingers, |
| 臣子恨，何時滅？ | 臣子恨，何时灭？ | Chén zǐ hèn, hé shí miè? |
When will the pain of the Emperor's subjects ever end? |
| 駕長車踏破賀蘭山缺！ | 驾长车踏破贺兰山缺！ | Jià cháng jū tà pò Hè lán shān què! | Let us ride our chariots through the Helan Pass, |
| 壯志飢餐胡虜肉，笑談渴飲匈奴血。 | 壮志饥餐胡虏肉，笑谈渴饮匈奴血。 | Zhuàng zhì jī cān Hú lǔ ròu, xiào tán kě yǐn Xiōng nú xuè. | There we shall feast on barbarian flesh and drink the blood of the Xiongnu. |
| 待從頭收拾舊山河，朝天闕。 | 待从头收拾旧山河，朝天阙。 | Daì cóng tóu shōu shí jiù shān hé, cháo Tiān què. | Let us begin anew to recover our old empire, before paying tribute to the Emperor. |
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