وداع قبر فانغ تاي وي

وداع قبر فانغ تاي وي

In a foreign land again on campaign,

I halt my horse to part from this lonely mound.

Nearby, the ground with tears stays ever damp;

Low in the sky, broken clouds are camped.

We played chess as Xie An once did;

With sword in hand, I sought my Xu Jun, long dead.

Now only see the forest flowers fall,

And hear the oriole's cry escorting guests away, through it all.