Ezra Pound - South-Folk In Cold Country lyrics

The Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu, The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north, Emotion is born out of habit. Yesterday we went out of the Wild-Goose gate, To-day from the Dragon-Pen.(1) Surprised. Desert turmoil. Sea sun. Flying snow bewilders the barbarian heaven. Lice swarm like ants over our accoutrements. Mind and spirit drive on the feathery banners. Hard fight gets no reward. Loyalty is hard to explain. Who will be sorry for General Rishogu, the swift moving, Whose white head is lost for this province? (1) I.e., we have been warring from one end of the empire to the other, now east, now west, on each border.