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Song of Integrity

There is integrity that is embodied in various forms.

On the earth it is mountains and rivers, in the sky it is the sun and stars.

In man it is the noble spirit that fills up the whole world.

The imperial road should be cleared of barbarians and be flooded with light.

In times of great danger man's high moral principle shows itself and leaves its record in history.

This is revealed in the records of Qi, the writing of Dong Hu of Jin.

Zhang Liang's service to Qin an Su Wu's moral courage in Han Dynasty.

It was General Yan's head, Ji Kang's blood, Zhang Suiyang's teeth and Yan Changshan's tongue. It was the Liaodong hat that could withstand ice and snow.

It was Zhuge Liang's memorial which was so heroic that it moved the immortals. It was the river-crossing oar that wiped out the nomad invaders.

It was the Mongolian scepter that crushed treacherous vassals' heads.

Integrity is so majestic that it will never die out.

It shoots up to the sun and the moon, and life and death are of no importance before it.

It supports both the earth and the sky.

Out lives hinge on our cardinal guides and our foundation rests on our morality.

But now everthing is upside down.

Divested of his headgear this prisoner is kept behind prison bars in the north.

He would be only glad to be burned in the barbarians' crucible.

Ghost flame rages in the room and the courtyard is wrapped in darkness.

Oxen and steeds live in the same fold and roosts and phoenixes share the same food.

The earth is shroulded in mist and fog.

If things go on like this, miseries and disasters will spread.

I am sad that this swamp used to be my paradise-like homeland.

fallacies cannot become truth nor can Yin and Yang be confused.

So I am worried and look up at the white clouds floating in the ske.

My heart is full of sorrow and I wonder where the sky will end.

The ancient sages are far away, my execution is nearing.

I open a book to read, and there is sunshine on the ancient words.