Poem 43


 I left the village well behind me, bade farewell to my father and mother.

Now I gaze at distant clouds and mountains, tears forming like pearls.

The wandering son longed to be wealthy like Taozhu.

Who would have know I would be imprisoned on Island?

I beat my breast when I think of China and cry bitterly like Ruan Ji.

Our country's wealth is being drained by foreigners, causing us to suffer national humiliations.

My fellow countrymen, have forsight, a plan to be resolute,

And vow to conquer the U.S. and avenge previous wrongs!


Introduction | Voyage | Family and Dreams | Outpour | Poetry | Conclusion