Descendants Of The Yelu Clan Poem by Antonio Liao

mountain rages echo the name, capture
every river and forest; as the stream calls
every Leaves of the tree the sounding name
of Yelu kinship

now the heaven open the sky, and the
gate of life; shower every high of crib for
a new horizon bless the meadow of the
brave and lasting strength of the clan spirit
move to the East

a rise dear blood, the hour has reveals the
turning point of hope to scent the honor of
the throne, smell the blooming flower of the
Chinese flourishing mighty power, that
window the beginning glows of the day of
reckoning light of freedom

the conqueror has fly the sky and the clouds
whisper to the wind; for the people’s courage
has turn back to get the precious stone

sore high dear dream and let the shooting
star hold the breath, and birth the sweet
reality of the eyes…….