Her Last Words
(The poet's original note: A woman comrade was wounded in an encounter with the enemy while crossing a river. As death approached, her companions all wept. She opened her eyes and said, "For the Revolution, blood, not tears, is shed." With these words she passed away. When I heard about it, I was moved by the heroism of her words. Hence this poem in memory of this comrade.)
"For th' Revolution, blood, not tears, is shed!"
(So the dying heroine, gasping, said.)
Or live or die, all is quite commonplace!
Complaint, regret, there is never a trace.
O so much loyal blood has been in flood,
That not even the Yangtse' course can hold.
And her one sentence truly bears the weight
Of th' Nine Tripods (1) —(symbol of power of state),
And will last ages, 'til Time itself grows old!
(1)As an old Chinese legend has it, the Great Yu collected all the copper from the Nine States of China and cast it into nine tripods, symbolizing the Nine States.