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