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.