Poems praising musicians

The Cambridge poem "Mourning" (No.7) contains a poem praising the ancient musician Shi Kuang.

Make a living by having fun

Who played the role of hurting you?

Shi Kuang

Kneel and sit on the ancient blowing platform

Xuanhe in the sky

Arrive one after another

Song-like medium board

The crane stretched its neck.

Wave your wings in mourning.

Whose chest ups and downs hold up the tide?

Blind Shi Kuang

Play the most painful language in your body.

White clouds appeared in the sky.

The strong wind rolled up from the ground.

Who shivers and cries in the music?

The wind is surging.

All the bones are broken.

rain

Pour like a note

Infiltrate the soul

heaven

tears fall like rain

The (human) world

tears fall like rain

Blind Shi Kuang

Kneel and sit on the ancient blowing platform

He hurt the stone when his finger touched the piano.

Harm the world musically?