shì sǎo xiōng nú bù gù shēn,
wǔ qiān diāo jǐn sàng hú chén。
kě lián wú dìng hé biān gǔ,
yóu shì shēn guī mèng lǐ rén。
Thinking only of their vow that they would crush the Tartars- -
On the desert, clad in sable and silk, five thousand of them fell....
But arisen from their crumbling bones on the banks of the river at the border,
Dreams of them enter, like men alive, into rooms where their loves lie sleeping.
Another version:
Pledged to sweep the Xiong-nu away without fear for their own safety;
Five thousand clad in sable and brocade perished in the dust of Hu;
Pity the bones littering the banks of the Wu Ding River,
they were the very people dreamt of in ladies' bedchambers.
Translated by fer-de-lance