“Alas, Kung-chin! Hapless are you in your early death. Length of days is in the hands of God, yet do men suffer and my heart is deeply grieved for you. I pour this libation that your spirit may enjoy its fragrance. “I lament you. I lament your younger days passed in the companionship of Po-fu, when, preferring eternal principles to material wealth, you abode in a humble cottage. “I lament your ripe strength when you guarded distant Pach‘iu, putting fear into the heart of Liu Piao, destroying rebels and ensuring safety. “I lament the grace of your manhood. Married to a fair maid of the Ch‘iao family, son-in-law of a minister, you were such as would add lustre to the Han Court. “I lament your resolute purpose when you opposed the pledge-giving. As in the beginning your wings drooped not, so in the end your pinions spread wide. “I lament your abandon, when your false friend, Chiang, came to you at Poyang. There you manifested your lofty ideals. “I lament your magnificent talents, proved in civil administration as in military science. With fire attacking the fierce enemy you brought his strength to weakness. “I recall you as you were but yesterday, bold and successful, and I weep your untimely death. Prostrate I weep tears of sorrow. Loyal and upright in heart, noble and spiritual by nature, your life has been but three decades but your fame will endure for ages. “I mourn for your affection. My bowels writhe with sorrow and my deep-seated sadness will never cease. The very heavens are darkened. The army is sad; your lord sheds tears; your friends weep floods. “Scanty of ability am I, yet even of me you begged plans and sought schemes to aid Wu to repulse Ts‘ao, to restore the Hans and comfort the Lius. But with you as the firm corner stone and your perfect dispositions, could the final result cause any anxiety? “Alas, my friend! The quick and the dead are ever separate; they mingle never. If in the deep shades spirits have understanding you now read my inmost heart, yet hereafter there will be none on earth to comprehend. “Alas, the pain! “Deign to accept this my sacrifice.” The sacrifice finished, K‘ung-ming bowed to the ground and keened while his tears gushed forth in floods. He was deeply moved. Those who stood on guard by the bier said one to another, “People lied when they said these two were enemies; look at the sincerity shown in sacrifice.” And Lu Su was particularly affected by the display of feeling and thought, “Plainly K‘ung-ming loved him much, but Kung-chin was not broadminded enough and would have done him to death.” Before the Sleeping Dragon emerged from his Nanyang retreat Many brilliant men had descended upon this earth; Since, O azure Heaven, ye made Kung-ching Why needed dusty earth produce a K‘ung-ming?
Brewitt-Taylor · 1925 · public domain