Sorrowful news indeed has passed to me. I mourn you: on what day will your wrapped body return? Unable to shut your eyes, to whom can you tell your story? Had you known, you never would have made this journey. A thousand ages now hold the sorrow of a thousand regrets. Missing home, you face in vain Home-Facing Terrace, your ambitions, unfulfilled, buried under earth. Yet I know death can’t turn your great heart to ashes.