Even if ghosts weep, what good can it do?
You bore a sword as bright as autumn’s floods,
but evil violence relentlessly compels and bullies.
The violent owl gnaws its mother’s heart,
roving demons hunt human body-souls.

鬼哭復何益
仗劍明秋水
兇威屢脅逼
強梟噬母心
犇厲索人魄

Original text (Chinese)

Notes from Wikiquote

Ashmore, R., Allen, S., Nugent, C. & Tian, X. (2023). The Poetry of Li He. Berlin, Boston: De Gruyter Mouton. doi.org