In the Temple of the First King of Shu

Even in this world the spirit of a hero
Lives and reigns for thousands of years.
You were the firmest of the pot's three legs;
It was you who maintained the honour of the currency;
You chose a great premier to magnify your kingdom . . .
And yet you had a son so little like his father
That girls of your country were taken captive
To dance in the palace of the King of Wêi.