前年戌月支,城下没全师。
蕃汉断消息,死生长别离。
无人收废帐,归马识残旗。
欲祭疑君在,天涯哭此时。
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.