An Elegy For Myself 挽歌詩

AnElegy 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

　　昨暮同爲人

　　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

　　得失不複知

　　是非安能覺

　　千鞦萬嵗後

　　誰知榮與辱

　　但恨在世時

　　飲酒不得足