Ode to Gallantry "The Black Steel Symbol"

The man of Zhao wore unadorned robes and a simple tassel,
his scimitar was bright as frost and snow.
The silver saddle illuminated the white horse,
its wild galloping was like a shooting star.
To kill one man within ten steps,
and not leave a trace within a thousand miles.
To leave with a flick of one's robes after the deed is done,
to deeply hide one's body and name.
To drink with the great Lord of Xinling,
to draw one's sword and raise it high.
To share one's roasted meat with Zhu Hai,
to hold the wine vessel urging Hou Ying to drink.
After three cups a vow will be taken,
and even if the Five Sacred Mountains will crumble it cannot be unmade.
When the eyes blur and the ears go warm,
the heroic spirit will appear like a rainbow.
To save the Zhao Kingdom wielding a golden warhammer,
and the city of Handan will first tremble.
The two brave warriors of a thousand epochs,
their might grace the City of Daliang.
Even in death their bones remain fragrant,
and do not shame the heroes of the realm.
Who can remain under the roof of one's study hall,
and read the Book of Great Mystery until one's hair grows white?"