Poems of Meng Jiao
With Ministers Linghu and Guo at Xiang Yu's shrine
Emerald grass borders ancient shrine.
Clean dust upon autumn windowsills.
Back then, he was slaughtered alone.
Who could descend to such savagery?
Drums in the mist, thunderous encounter.
Swords flash like twin lightning bolts.
A new and helpless sadness rises in me,
Ancient regrets floating vainly down the river.
Xiang Yu was the last warrior-king of ancient Chu, defeated by the Han in the second century.