Nian Nu Jiao
Memories of the past at Red Cliff
——by Xian yi Yang（杨宪益）& Gladys Yang（戴乃迭）
East flows the mighty river,
Sweeping away the heroes of time past;
This ancient rampart on its western shore
Is Zhou Yu’s Red Cliff of three Kingdoms’ fame;
Here jagged boulders pound the clouds,
Huge waves tear banks apart,
And foam piles up a thousands drifts of snow;
A scene fair as a painting,
Countless the brave men here in time gone by!
I dream of Marshal Zhou Yu in his day
With his new bride, the Lord Qiao’s younger daughter,
Dashing and debonair,
Silked-capped, with feather fan,
He laughed and jested
While the dread enemy fleet was burned to ashes!
In fancy through those scenes of old I range.
My heart overflowing, surely a figure of fun.
A man gray before his time.
Ah, this life is a dream,
Let me drink to the moon on the river!