原詩:
一簫一劍平生意，負盡狂名十五年。
簫中弦音藏柔情，劍下腥血寄恨仇；
來何洶湧須揮劍，去向纏綿可付簫。

譯詩:
Flute and sword,
Favorite I own.

Fifteen years have gone alone.
Crazy as I been known.

Flute plays my song,
hides my tone
Under its own
tender hangs long.

Sword I hold
lays hatred and wrong
into blood owed
it thirsts long.

Whatever comes along
in swarm
to overwhelm
I would have swung (my sword)
overturn its whelm.

Whenever I leave alone
play my song
through the flute you know
being my tone 
tender and linger long.