它的英文版原文是木蘭從軍。

Song of Mulan

Alack, alas! Alack, alas!

She weaves and sees the shuttle pass.

You cannot hear the shuttle, why?

Its whir is drowned in her deep sigh.

'Oh, what are you thinking about?

Will you tell us? Will you speak out?'

'I have no worry on my mind,

Nor have I grief of any kind.

I read the battle roll last night;

The Khan has ordered men to fight.

The roll was written in twelve books;

My father's name was in twelve nooks.

My father has no grown-up son,

For elder brother I have none.

I'll get a horse of hardy race

And serve in my father's place.'

She buys a steed at eastern fair,

A whip and saddle here and there.

She buys a bridle at the south

And metal bit for the horse's mouth.

At dawn she leaves her parents by the city wall;

At dusk she reaches Yellow River shore.

All night she listens for old folk's familiar call,

But only hears the Yellow River's roar.

At dawn she leaves the Yellow River shore;

To mountains Black she goes her way.

At night she hears old folk's familiar voice no more,

But only on north mountains Tartar horses neighs.

For miles and miles the army march along

And cross the mountain barriers as in flight.

The northern wind has chilled the watchman's gong,

Their coat of mail glistens in wintry light.

In ten years they've lost many captains strong,

But battle-hardened warriors come back in delight.

Back they have their audience with the Khan in the hall.

Honors and gifts are lavished on warriors all.

The Khan asks her what she wants as a grace.

'A camel fleet to carry me to my native place.'

Her parents hurry to meet her at city gate.

Her sister rouges her face at home,

Her younger brother kills pig and sheep to celebrate.

She opens the doors east and west

And sits on her bed for a rest.

She doffs her garb wore under fire

And wears again female attire.

Before the window she arranges her hair

And in the mirror sees her image fair.

Then she comes out to see her former mate,

Who stares at her in amazement great:

'We have marched together for twelve years,

We did not know there was a lass' mid our compeers!'

'Both buck and doe have lilting gait

And both their eyelids palpitate.

When side by side two rabbits go,

Who can tell the buck from the doe?