屏蔽 ||| |
Tune: “Prelude to the Water Melody”
I shattered two jade tumblers with a thump,
What fervid vehemence is manifest!
With blood-stained tears arising in a lump,
How can my elegiac sorrow be expressed!
A three-century-old dynastic destiny!
The same mountains, rivers—as eyes can scan,
Yet, how is now this country being run?
While sumptuous banquets the elite are throwing,
Signs of invasion at th’ borders are brewing.
Thousand-tael-worth might swords,
And strategies of ten-thousand words,
Are offered all in vain!
Inebriated, I rant, a-facing the wall;
But cooling off, my tears burst forth like rain.
‘Tis not for my waning youth I regret,
But by my youthful aspirations mauled
And pulverized I sorely am beset.
O let the people’s sufferings all be mine,
In homage I kneel, entreating at Buddha’s shrine.