Faithful Gong Liuspurnedthe cozy bed of his Tai land
Eastward he expanded westward he repelled the foe
He marked fields with ridges grain in open piles was spread
Provisions were crammed in sacks their weight a steady load
Harmony like light that reaches every place
With bow in hand arrows slung shield and axe he bore
Leading his folks to carve the untamed realm
Leaving old hearths for new lands to explore
Dried rations wrapped tight fists clutching the pack
His resolve unshaken steps firm on the way
To carve a path where Hua Xias roots couldtake hold
Against the wilds his courage would not sway
Thus began the journey from Tais familiar ground
A leaders step that turned the world around
Every inch of the Bin plains he had trodden
with steady pace
Hills rugged valleys smooth under the sky
Hearts of people swore allegiance laughter filled the space
Awaiting the sproutingunderthe suns warm eye
The Zhou plains morning sun spread warmth with golden grace
Ajade scabbard shines splitting chaos night
Wisdom cut through darkness where new hopes would rise
Each footprint left a mark on historys page
The land unfolded wide and full of grace
Where seeds of future harvests lay in wait
The suns first rays kissed soil that would embrace
The birth of a nation strong and great
He raised his staff to mark the sacred place
Rivers sang aloud under the sky
Clansmen gathered close their joy a boundless space
New roots took hold as old tales slowly die
Faithful Gong Liu walked with handson care
Jade and jasper at his waist soft and bright
His scabbards jade trim glowed a radiant flare
He mapped the light and shade by the suns shadows guide
Climbing high he scanned the hills north and south
A cry of joy erupted from the crowd
The south hills peak like a crown standing forth
Rolling mounds like sacred bronze proud
Fields spread like brocade eyes held visions clear
The capitals lands were fair beyond compare
Fit for homes farms mulberry and cheer
For travel inns tradeall would share
Fat pigs came forth gourds held wine so fine
They named him lord his clan would shine
He measured land with lines of day and night
Checked streams that pulse through hills both south and north
Three bands of men tilled the wilds their strength alight
Plows pierce the dawn millet shoots push forth
Wellfields weave the fabric of the worlds order true
Public and private lands fill granaries high
The west mountains sun saw wilderness turn to bread
Chaos bowed to the order of the plow
Measure fields for grain carved on turtle shell
The stars lit up as twilight took its flight
Thousands of hearths burned in every dell
Where once was wild now was a sacred sight
Turtle shell cracks bore omens bright and spread
To build the capital his will held steadfast
Crossed Wei River stones for grinding led
Forged tools to raise palaces tall and bred
Houses lined the stream smoke curled to the sky
He walked to Rui Rivers bank at last at rest
Migration ended laughter reached high
His faithful deeds would light the ages best
The land was settled peace filled every home
His legacy burns bright as the stars that guide the Zhou
Faithfulness forged the bronze tripods solid frame
Wisdom lit the stars that guide the way
Migration fixed the fate of Zhous great name
A new chapter began bright as day
Long songs echo through the ages far and wide
Gong Lius story will forever abide