Poems of Meng Jiao
Seeing Meng Ji off at his memorial
Heroic martyr, who does not grieve his life,
For you I sing your sufferings.
A real man, who long was thwarted,
Now you and your sword lie in the dust.
In this world, officials are the wealthy.
For gentlemen like you, the Way was precious.
A capable and virtuous lord,
Who cannot attest to your precious service?
Muddy rivers afford no glimmer
But pure flows reflect Heaven.
This unworthy bids you glorious farewell.
There was a reason we were friends.
I cannot identify Meng Ji. From the poem, I doubt he was related to the poet. As a person who begins so many titles with 送 or "to see a person off, to accompany to delay parting," it is interesting that Meng Jiao chooses this idea in this moment. It certainly is appropriate.