松柏夹广路。
Coming are the days of old age and decay.
下有陈死人，
Outside the city gate on the stretching grounds,
杳杳即长暮。
I see nothing but graves and mounds.
潜寐黄泉下，
The ancient tombs are levelled into flat ground;
千载永不寤。
The pines and cypress trees are lying around.
浩浩阴阳移，
The wind is howling among the poplar trees,
年命如朝露。
The moanings make me sad and ill at ease.
人生忽如寄，
How I wish to go back home care-free,
寿无金石固。
But the way home is still closed to me.