Here you will find the Poem Battle of Red Cliff of poet Su Tung-po
The Yangtze flows east Washing away A thousand ages of great men West of the ramparts -- People say -- Are the fabled Red Cliffs of young Chou of the Three Kingdoms 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 ... Think back to those years, Chou Yu -- Just married to the younger Chiao -- Brave, brilliant With plumed fan, silk kerchief Laughed and talked While masts and oars vanished to flying ash and smoke! I roam through ancient realms Absurdly moved Turn gray too soon -- A man's life passes like a dream -- Pour out a cup then, to the river, and the moon Translation 2 The endless river eastward flows; With its huge waves are gone all those Gallant heroes of bygone years. West of the ancient fortress years Red Cliff where General Zhou Yu won his early fame When the Three Kingdoms were in flame. Jugged rocks tower in the air And swashing waves beat on the air Rolling up a thousand heaps of snow. To match the hills and the river so fair, How many heroes brave of yore Made a great show! Translation 3 The great river surges east, Its waves have scoured away Since time began all traces of heroic men. The western side of the old fort Was once, so people say, Known as the Red Cliff of Zhou of the Three Kingdoms. With piled-up rocks to stab the sky And waves to shake them thunderously Churning the frothy mass to mounds of snow, It's like a masterpiece in paint. Those ages hide how many a hero! Think back to those old days; that first year when Zhou Yu had just married the Young Qiao. Then, what a hero he became! With waving fan and silken cap He talked and laughed at ease While masts and oars were blotted out in smoke and flame! My wits that stray to realms of old Deserve the scorn of all who feel; Years pass, and hair grows white so soon. Though a man's life is like a dream, One toast continues still -- the River and the Moon!