孟郊诗
Poems of Meng Jiao
Index
吊国殇
Mourning my country's childhood death
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徒言人最灵 白骨乱纵横 如何当春死 不及群草生 |
It's vain to say that men are most divine when They scatter their white bones so casually. What if I should die this spring Before the meadows fully blossom? |
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尧舜宰乾坤 器农不器兵 秦汉盗山岳 铸杀不铸耕 |
Yao and Shun ruled Heaven and Earth with Farmer's tools and not the tools of soldiers. Qin and Han robbed the mountain peaks, Forging iron death instead of iron plows. |
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天地莫生金 生金人竞争 |
Heaven and Earth do not give birth to gold. Gold is born from human strife. |
-- 孟郊
废话
A culture that towers above all other ages in its humanity. Blood splattered on the garden walls. White bones strewn upon the ground. The final lines are revealing. Fourteen hundred years ago, war was only about the money. There is nothing new under the sun.