Acertain poet composed a song on Yehch'êng expressing sympathy for Ts‘ao Ts‘ao, which is given here:— Istood in Yeh and saw the River Chang Go gliding by. Methought no common man E‘er rose from such a place. Or he was great In war, a poet, or an artist skilled. Perchance a model minister, or son, Or famous for fraternal duty shown. The thoughts of heroes are not ours to judge, Nor are their actions for our eyes to see. A man may stand the first in merit; then His crimes may brand him chief of criminals. And so his reputation’s fair and foul; His literary gifts may bear the mark Of genius; he may be a ruler born; But this is certain; he will stand above His fellows, herding not with common men. Takes he the field, then is he bold in fight; Would he a mansion build, a palace springs. In all things great, his genius masters him. And such was Ts‘ao Ts‘ao. He could never be Obedient; he a rebel was, foredoomed. He seized and ruled, but hungered for more power; Became a prince, and still was not content. And yet this man of glorious career When gripped by sickness, wept as might a child. Full well he knew, when on the bed of death, That all is vanity and nothing worth. His latest acts were kindly. Simple gifts Of fragrant incense gave he to the maids. Ah me! The ancients' splendid deeds or secret thoughts We may not measure with our puny rule. But criticise them, pedants, as ye may The mighty dead will smile at what you say. As Ts‘ao Ts‘ao breathed his last the whole of those present raised a great wailing and lamentation. The news was sent to the members of the family, the heir, Ts‘ao Pei, the Marquis of Yenling, Ts‘ao Chang, the Marquis of Lintzŭ, Ts‘ao Chih, and the Marquis of Hsiaohuai, Ts‘ao Hsiung. They wrapped the body in its shroud, enclosed it in a silver shell and laid it in a golden coffin, which was sent at once home to Yehchün. The eldest son wept aloud at the tidings and went out with all his following to meet the procession and escort the body of his father into his home. The coffin was laid in a great hall beside the main building, and all the officials in deep mourning wailed in the hall.
Brewitt-Taylor · 1925 · public domain