A Eulogy to Wang Wei Sum Po
A North Sung Verse by Wang An Shih (1021AD - 1086AD)
Alas my dear Sum Po, you really went ahead of me! Who
could predict that Sum Po died in his prime, and I would live much longer? Although it
seemed only yesterday, that I held your hand, told others your deeds, in accordance with
my mother's demand. She said: "This is the kind of man, you can befriend." My
mother knew you more than I did at first. In comparison to youraccomplishments, mine were
pitifully small. Oh, heavens forbid! I have just lost my mother, and next taking away my
how much longer until my turn comes! A chest hit me, heart broken and no will left.
Crying while writing this piece, to replace a sumptuous banquet in your honor. Alas
my dear Sum Po, could you know the pain I had? A Farewell to Secretary General Su
Yung at Zia Shaw House in Sean Chow
A Tang Poem by Li Po (701AD - 762AD)
Letting me go from yesterday's Sun that I can't stop.
Disturbing my heart by today's Sun that I can only add more suffer.
Long wind sends the Autumn stork on a ten thousand mile journey,
because of this believe I can sleep on high grounds.
From your office by the Yellow Sea in the rein of Jan On, there was Little Zia shinning
through.
My thoughts elevated sky high to the blue yonder and the full moon.
Drawing the saber to cut the water makes the water splash more.
Resorting to drinking to forget, the forgetting redoubles its strength.
If a man's life on earth were not enjoyable, he should loosen his hair and
take sail in a kayak tomorrow.
Enigma Variation (1)
A Late Tang Poem by Li Sound Yum (812AD - 858AD)
Coming is empty speeches, going is removed traces.
Watching the slant moon from a balcony in wee hours of the night.
Dreaming is distant parting and cloaking is strained shouting.
Writing in a hurry causes the ink to run thin.
Wax candle shines half of the golden, red, and green curtains.
A incense burner makes the blankets smell good.
Master Lau has hated the Fung Mountain being far, the thought makes Fung
Mountain ten thousand times further away.
Enigma Variation (2)
Chance meeting is hard, parting is equally hard,
although the Easterly is weak, a hundred flower still got ruined.
The Spring silkworm dies before the last strand of silk extruded,
the tallow candle turns to ashes prior to the tear dried up.
Looking into the mirror at dawn makes me worry about my hair color change the rest of the
day,
singing at night brings out the chill of the moon.
Hiking to Fung Mountain from here leaves me only few roads to choose,
the green bird that represents a messenger seeks hard for what?
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