Classic Poem

We fought south of the city wall
We died north of the ramparts
In the wilderness we dead lie unburied, fodder for crows
Let the crows for us:
We've always been brave men!
The wilderness we dead clearly lie unburied,
So how can our rotting flesh flee from you? "
Waters deep, rushing, rushing,
Reeds and rushes, darkening, darkening
Heroic horsemen fought and died fighting,
Flagging horses whinnied in panic.
Raftered houses we built,
And south, alas! and north;
If grain and millet aren't reaped, what will you eat, Lord?
We longed to be loyal vassals, but how can that be?
I remember you, good vassals,
Good vassals I truly remember:
In the dawn you went out to glory,
At nightfall you did not return.