The tale is told. The Three States have been rewelded into one empire under the rule of Ssŭma Yen of the Chin Dynasty. And here we may say as in the beginning:—“States fall asunder and re-unite; empires wax and wane.” Apoet has summed up the history of these stirring years in a poem. It was the dawning of a glorious day When first the Founder of the House of Han Hsienyang’s proud palace entered. Noontide came When Kuang-Wu the imperial rule restored. Alas, that Hsien succeeded in full time And saw the setting of the sun of power! Ho Chin, the feeble, fell beneath the blows Of palace minions. Tung Cho, vile though bold, Then ruled the court. The plot Wang Yün devised To oust him, failed, recoiled on his own head. The Li and Kuo lit up the flame of war And brigands swarmed like ants through all the land. Then rose the valiant and deployed their might. The Suns carved out a kingdom in the east, Honan the Yüans strove to make their own. The Lius went west and seized on Pa and Shu, Another Liu laid hold on Ching and Hsiang, Chang Miao, Chang Lu, in turn held Chêng by force. Each of three others seized upon a fief; T‘ao Chien, Han Hsiu and Kungsun Ts‘an, the bold. But overtopping all Ts‘ao Ts‘ao the strong Became first minister, and to his side, Drew many able men. He swayed the court, Without, he held the nobles in his hand; By force of arms he held the capital Against all rivals. Of imperial stock Was born Yüan-tê, who with sworn brothers twain Made oath the dynasty should be restored. These wandered homeless east and west for years, A petty force. But Destiny was kind And led Liu Pei to Nanyang’s rustic cot, Where lay Reposing Dragon, he who knew Already that the empire must be rent. Twice Liu essayed in vain to see the sage; Once more he went, and then his fortune turned. Chingchou fell to him, followed Ssuch‘uan, A fitting base to build an empire on. Alas! He ruled there only three short years, Then left his only son to K‘ung-ming’s care. Full nobly K‘ung-ming played protector’s part, Unceasing strove to win first place for Shu; But Fate forbade; one night for aye his star Went down behind the rampart of the hills. Chiang Wei the strong inherited his task And struggled on for years. But Chung and Têng Attacked the Hans' last stronghold, and it fell. Five sons of Ts‘ao sat on the dragon throne, And Ssŭma snatched the sceptre from Ts‘ao Huan. Before him bowed the kings of Shu and Wu, Content to forfeit kingly power for life. All down the ages rings the note of change, For fate so rules it; none escapes its sway. The kingdoms three have vanished as a dream, The useless misery is ours to grieve.
Brewitt-Taylor · 1925 · public domain