Qu Yuan died for Chu,
Died in turbidity, not in clarity.
Wu Yun died for Wu,
Died in darkness, not in light.
Death is hard for all men,
Yet a single death can be light as a goose feather.
How heroic were these two men!
They left behind an undying name.
Cao E died for her father,
A child, her age not yet mature.
Holding the corpse, she emerged from the raging waves,
Her deed cannot be ranked with those two.
Those two remonstrated but were not heeded,
As Qi, Qin, Han, and Wei launched campaigns.
Had E not died thus,
Her father would be buried by sturgeon and whale.
Those two died with integrity,
E died with filial sincerity.
To this day, the people of Kuaiji
Serve her as if she were alive.
Had E been born in Yao's time,
Shun would not have married the Nüying sisters.
Had E met Confucius,
Her name would be in the 'Classic of Filial Piety'.
Had E's father been wrongly accused,
She would have surpassed Tiying.
Cai Yong did not know E,
He only loved the inscription on the stele.
I come to bow beneath her shrine,
Ancient trees, cold clouds stretch wide.
Ever-flowing, the great river's water
Still seems to make a mournful sound.
If only E had awareness,
And used her divine power for me:
Stir up the waves of this great river,
Pour them into the Four Rivers to calm them;
Wash clean the hearts of all under heaven,
So all may act as E did.