Tune: Jui-ho hsien
(An Immortal on an Auspicious Crane)
Title: Kings and Emperors
Mountains and rivers are like discarded shoes:
How I envy the sage ideal of Emperor Yao
Who passed over his son, ceded his throne to the worthiest man.
And Emperor Yü and T’ang who hatched no schemes,
But let their sons and grandsons
Bear the burden of the universe.
In a thousand generations, a myriad ages,
How many heroes have been wasted—
Now only reams of old paper!
Why regret the founding of Ch’in upon the heels of Ch’u!
Rely on no one!
Neither on enunuchs,
Nor on princes,
Nor on royal kin!
Prop up the east, and the west will fall;
Lean heavily to one side,
And there is friction and quarrel.
In other years, palace walls will be broken bits of tile,
Lotus leaves will flap about on autumn waters;
There remains a rustic on a tattered boat in the slanting sun,
Leisurely picking the wild rice.
（Jan and Yvonne Walls 译）