死者為歸人。
And those are going home who die.
天地一逆旅，
The sky and earth are hotels just
同悲萬古塵。
For all to grieve over age-old dust.
月兔空搗藥，
The Moon Goddess lives long in vain;
扶桑已成薪。
The sacred tree's cut down with pain.
白骨寂無言，
The bleached bones can nor speak nor sing.
青松豈知春？
Could green pines feel the warmth of spring?
前後更嘆息，
Ancestors and posterity,
浮榮何足珍？
Don't prize but sigh for vanity!