Congratulations to the Bridegroom
· In Reply to Chen Liang
What shall I say with my old age in view?
I have but close relations and friendship with you.
Ill when you came, I rose and crooned, we drank by day;
The startled snow on the roof flew away.
We laughed at rank and wealth as light as hair.
Who would listen to our brave words in the air?
I remember when night was deep,
Only the moon into my west window would peep.
We drank our wine again
And played on lute in vain.
Minds differ on one and the same thing.
I would ask them an answer to bring.
How many times has our sacred land been united
A fast steed used as a draft horse would lose its breath.
Should its value be unknown till its death?
I stretch my eyes to find the broken way
And admire you dancing before the break of day.
A hero should not fear to look death in the eye.
See how we try
To mend the sky!
The poet blames the capitulationists not to recover the lost land.