詩曰：
忠良去國運將灰，水旱頻仍萬姓災。賢聖太師旋斗柄，奸讒妖孽喪鹽梅。
诗曰：
忠良去国运将灰，水旱频仍万姓灾。贤圣太师旋斗柄，奸谗妖孽丧盐梅。
A poem says:
The loyal and good leave the realm, its fortunes turning to ash;flood and drought come again and again, a calamity for all the people.The wise and sage Grand Preceptor turns the handle of the Dipper,while slanderers and demons destroy the salt and the plums.
三關漫道能留轡，四徑紛紜唱草萊。空把追兵迷白日，彼蒼定數莫相猜。
三关漫道能留辔，四径纷纭唱草莱。空把追兵迷白日，彼苍定数莫相猜。
The three passes, men idly say, can rein in the fugitives;from four roads they swarm in confusion, shouting through the weeds.In vain the pursuers are led astray in broad daylight:what blue Heaven has fixed, let no one try to guess.
話說聞太師驅兵追趕，出西門，一路上旗旛招展，鏜鼓齊鳴，喊聲大作。不表。
话说闻太师驱兵追赶，出西门，一路上旗旛招展，镗鼓齐鸣，喊声大作。不表。
Now, Grand Preceptor Wen drove his troops in pursuit out through the west gate. All along the road banners and pennants streamed, gongs and drums sounded together, and a great roar of shouting went up. But let us leave them there.