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.
    挽歌詩
    有生必有死
    早終非命促
    昨暮同為人
    今旦在鬼錄
    魂氣散何之
    枯形見空木
    嬌兒索父啼
    良友撫我哭
    得失不復(fù)知
    是非安能覺
    千秋萬歲后
    誰知榮與辱
    但恨在世時
    飲酒不得足