Left to right: Voices 27, Voices 14
人 [ 守 ] 口 [ 庭 ] 卅餘秋
覓食奔波出外遊
千里馳驅到美境
萬般苛待禁監樓
I tended [house and home] for more than thirty autumns;
Rushing about in search of food, I wandered abroad.
After a swift thousand- mile journey, I reached American lands—
And was locked in a jail, where there are ten-thousand kinds of cruelty.
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祖國危亡甚可憂
二百年歷工劍剖
同胞早復國強志
漢家從此後無愁
國耻難忘 [ 思 ] 囚生
英雄何乐早列盟
他年若得風雲會
願歸展盔自縱橫
黃祖名題
I’m distressed our ancestral land is in such peril—
Slashed and gouged for over two hundred years.
Compatriots must renew their will to strengthen the country;
Chinese from then on will have no sadness.
The national shame is hard to forget, and we became prisoners;
What joy is here for heroes?—we must soon unite!
In years to come, when there is a gathering of warriors,
I wish to go back, strap on my armor, and take my vengeance.
Inscribed by Huang Zuming
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