Poems of Meng Jiao
Mourning my wife
Hilltop, bright moon, night grows more bright.
Moonlight doesn't reach the world of the dead.
In that world, paired dragons never meet again.
Golden silkworms, jade swallows, all fade away.
Dawn clouds, dusk rain, come to our old village.
Then wind comes moaning through the wild bamboo.
It is thought that Meng Jiao died while moving his wife and family to his next official appointment. But then, no one has ever translated all his poems before. So, while he could be mourning his first wife in his late years here, it is more likely that he is mourning his second wife. And that, on the heels of mourning his child. If so, then it was his mother and perhaps some of his other family members, including his somewhat critical sister-in-law, that he was moving in his final days.