Say Goodbye to My Wedding
This poem is dedicated to all widows whose husbands died of war of resistance.
A epic by Wei Youqi/ Tr.by Lei Xiaoying
The azaleas were seen in full bloom in June,
A warm breeze was blowing across Luonan county.
A wedding party was underway in Liuzhuang village,
The firecrackers was put in front of the countryside.
The guests got into the Courtyard,
A joyous din of villagers from outside the tent.
The handsome bridegroom was riding a bay horse,
The bride was shy in the curtain of sedan.
The young couple was holding hands to thank heaven,
And they knelt down to thank their parents in front of the court.
They bowed to thank everyone,
And toasted the guests in turn.
They were very glad to be married,
And congratulations on them a good marriage.
Suddenly heard the chaos of the village east,
Everyone felt into grief.
A bad news from Zhongtiao mountain,
The soldiers of Shaanxi troops have died in Monan.
Bridegroom looked up to the sky and drawed a sigh,
And throwed cup away to curse the Japanese invaders.
He immediately took off the clothes of new-married,
Enlist in the military to Zhongtiao mountain.
His parents were struggling to persuade,
Leader of village was also stopped him.
Bride took the silver hairpin from her head,
And she swear to god:
No country, Where was my home?
We could not find a safe place during the turmoil and chaos of war!
Our nation was crushed,
How could we do nothing!
I hoped that my husband went to war,
I would willingly guard our homeland.
Leader of village asked her with a low voice,
If your husband was wound and disabled in battle.
If so, I haven't any complaints,
And i would company with him to the end.
How could you do if he died of the war?
I would go to a wake for him in my lifetime!
There are no regrets for our country,
If choose big love, must give up small happiness.
I would look after our parents at home,
Weaving and breeding silkworms.
I had the same aspirations as Mulan,
Be a virtuous women for country.
The villagers were full of tears,
Sent him to the front.
The bad news came two years later,
He died in Wangyuan for country.
The feat was the honor of hometown,
The great righteousness was the glory of village.
Set your spirit tablet on the edge of the brick-bed,
And built your grave in the village east.
White candles with red flames,
Yellow incense sends out green smoke.
Early spring, i trimed the grass on your graves,
I burned "paper money" for you on the Tomb-sweeping Day
I offered you cakes and Zongzi on Dragon Boat Festival,
And watched the full moon in Mid-Autumn Day.
November 10 was the day for sending clothes,
We had a dinner together on the New Year's Eve.
Sent my yearning to you every year,
And worry about you every night.
Often murmuring in the bed,
And kiss each other in the dream.
Watch the movement with cold-hearted,
Close the door to escape from the tide.
Even if hungry and cold, never grovel,
Havoc came in pitch darkness.
Though after seventy years of wind and storms,
Even I was ninety years, but kept a hot feeling.
I missed my husband,
And such kind of missing will never end.
I walked slowly with a lurching gait,
And was on crutches, swaying my thin shoulders.
I was a pure jade when i was born,
And also a pure jade when i was died.
I always thought of the hour of departure,
The endless love between you and me.
My neighbors didn't ask me why,
As i would slept over my husband's grave.