Green hill across north wall|
White water wind east city
This place one do parting
Lone tumbleweed ten thousand li journey
Drift clouds traveller thought
Set sun old friend feeling
Wave hand from this go
Neigh part horse call
Green hills above the northern wall,|
White water winding east of the city.
On this spot our single act of parting,
The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.
Drifting clouds echo the traveller's thoughts,
The setting sun reflects my old friend's feelings.
You wave your hand and set off from this place,
Your horse whinnies as it leaves.