I swore to sweep away the Huns without caring about my body, but I lost 5,000 sables and brocade in the dust of Hu. Pity the poor bones by the Wuding River, still a dreamer in the spring! Tang soldiers swore to sweep the Xiongnu bravely, five thousand elite soldiers in brocade robes died in the dust of Hu. Pity the heaps of white bones by the Wuding River, or the young women in the spring bosom pining for the dreamer.