Rebellious rocks pierce the sky
Frightening waves rip the bank
The backwash churns vast snowy swells —
River and mountains like a painting
how many heroes passed them, once …
While masts and oars vanished to flying ash and smoke!
I roam through ancient realms
Turned to gray too soon —
A man’s life passes like a dream —
Pour out a cup then, to the river, and the moon .
[excerpt[ Battle of the Red Cliffs
(1037 – 1101 / China)