An Elegy For Myself
Wherever there is life, there must be death;
Sooner or later we’ll breathe our last breath.
Last night we lived as men who fill their posts;

Today my name’s enlisted among the ghosts.
Where is my soul that’s fled far, far away?
A shrivelled form in wooden box would stay.
My children seek after their father, crying;
My friends caress my dead body, sighing.
For gain or loss I no longer care,
And right or wrong is no more my affair.
Thousands of springs and autumns pass away,
So will disgrace and glory of today.
Perchance I may regret, whild living still,
I have not drunken good wine to my fill.
挽歌诗
有生必有死
早终非命促
昨暮同为人
今旦在鬼录
魂气散何之
枯形见空木
娇儿索父啼
良友抚我哭
得失不复知
是非安能觉
千秋万岁后
谁知荣与辱
但恨在世时
饮酒不得足