So much remains to do, but I am too old,
The world is too vast -- might as well just drink.
His moment ripe, a fool can catapult to glory
While heroes, their time past, must choke down their rage.
I dreamed of serving my lord, tilting the earth on its axis,
Washing my weapons in Heaven's river -- but I failed.
The land remains unavenged, my hair's already white.
How often have I whetted my sword under the moon?