前年戌月支,城下沒全師。
  蕃漢斷消息,死生長別離。
  無人收廢帳,歸馬識殘旗。
  欲祭疑君在,天涯哭此時。
  Last year you went with your troops to Tibet; 
  And when your men had vanished beyond the citywall, 
  News was cut off between the two worlds 
  As between the living and the dead. 
  No one has come upon a faithful horse guarding 
  A crumpled tent or torn flag, or any trace of you. 
  If only I knew, I might serve you in the temple, 
  Instead of these tears toward the far sky.