I left the village well behind me, bade farewell to my father and mother.
Now I gaze at distant clouds and mountains, tears forming like pearls.
The wandering son longed to be wealthy like Taozhu.
Who would have know I would be imprisoned on Island?
I beat my breast when I think of China and cry bitterly like Ruan Ji.
Our country's wealth is being drained by foreigners, causing us to suffer national humiliations.
My fellow countrymen, have forsight, a plan to be resolute,
And vow to conquer the U.S. and avenge previous wrongs!