The Jade Mountain/Thoughts of Old Time
THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME
I
Ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Ching GateAnd the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred.She went out from the purple palace into the desert-land;She has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk.Her face!—Can you picture a wind of the spring?Her spirit by moonlight returns with a tinklingSong of the Tartars on her jade guitar,Telling her eternal sorrow.
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II
Chu-kê's prestige transcends the earth;There is only reverence for his face;Yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war,Was only as one feather against a flaming sky.He was brother of men like Yi and LüAnd in time would have surpassed the greatest of all statesmen.Though he knew there was no hope for the House of Han,Yet he wielded his mind for it, yielded his life.