We hear that even the Uighurs were defeated; So the marriage alliance
did not turn out to be advantageous. We pity the princess of our august
Court Who is barely able to cross the river and return alive. In these
dreary autumn days, she no longer dresses her hair in a chignon And
has grown so thin that her fine clothes hang loose about her. The hordes
of rebles are still demanding battle. Amazing, so many of our hopes
have come to nought.