From afar I gaze on a spring day wrapped in gloom,

Taihang rises lofty, its spirit solemn and austere.

A loyal heart sheds no tears for the Central Plain,

Great resolve holds fast to the cause of the Northern Expedition.

A hundred battles by the new army startle the foes’ courage,

Three years of bitter struggle I devote my very self.

Since of old, Yan and Zhao have brought forth heroes aplenty,

Together we’ll raise our cups when the Jap devils are expelled.