O, Sleeping Dragon,

Prime Minister of Shu-Han, Zhuge Kongming!

Thrice visited in your thatched Nanyang hut,

By Imperial Uncle Liu Bei!

Foreseer of the three,

Wu, Shu and Wei.

With Piercing eyes,

You saw through the plans of myriads.

Zhou Yu, Sima Yi, Cao Cao,

They were all open books to you!

With a seven star altar you set ablaze,

Cao Cao's armada end on end!

With wooden bulls and gliding horses you fooled Sima Yi!

Seven times you captured Meng Huo,

Seven times you show your humanity.

With open gates and zither you drove off Sima Yi,

With nothing more than a paltry five thousand,

Against a swarm of one hundred and fifty thousand!

Words were enough for you to slay Wang Lang.

Six campaigns in Wei,

Losing heaven-decreed battles.

"Men devise, heaven decides!" you said.

Body broken at Wuzhangyuan,

Leaving a worthy line in Zhan and Shang,

Leaving power to Jiang Wei,

A kingdom to a fallen king and eunuch Huang Hao!

Peer to Yue Yi, Guan Zhong!

Schemer worthy of Sunzi! Wu Qi!

Martial Lord Zhuge Liang!