With a single coach I’ll visit the frontiers,

And of client Kingdoms,pass by Chu-yen.

Voyaging tumbleweed leaves the passes of Han,

A homebound goose enters Tartar skies.

Great desert: one column of smoke stands straight;

Long river:the setting sun hangs round.

At Hsiao ramparts I met a mounted messenger—

“The Grand Marshall is now at Mount Yen-jan.”