Front hills and rear hills rise steep and high;
Hearse wheels rumble past day by day.
Dirges, full of hidden grief, fill the valley;
Listeners secretly mourn the song of dew on shallots.
A single mournful song parts us for a thousand years;
Filial sons and grandsons weep tears of blood in vain.
What in this world can remain solid and secure?
Even the vast sea and Mount Sumeru will be ground to dust.
Human life is like dew, easily dried by the sun;
Since ancient times, meetings always end in parting.
Sorrow, joy, grief, and feeling never cease;
How much more so when a hundred years flash by like a startled dream.
The departed drift far away, never to return;
The living today cannot grasp the intent of the ancients.
They plant pines and raise stones to guard the tomb gate,
Hoping to make long-term plans for the dead.
But souls drift free, forms turn to earth;
Through five destinies vast, they turn on the wheel of rebirth.
Today's people are buried in ancient graves;
Today's graves and ancient graves have no fixed owners.
Within Luoyang city, millions of people
Will all end as dust beneath Beimang Mountain.
Lost in confusion, forgetting the way back;
For you, I sit alone in long sorrow and bitterness.
In the past, seeing others off, we wept on the long road;
Now, I lie by a lonely grave amid fragrant grass.
Fox-demons burrow, hiding their young;
Ploughmen dig up bones, searching for pearls and treasures.
Old trees rustle, swept by wild winds;
East and west, ruined tombs stretch to the clear sky.
The Cold Food Festival has passed, who now offers sacrifice?
By the graveside, leftover flowers bloom lonely and red.
Sun and moon urge each other on like flying arrows;
The rich, noble, wise, and foolish all end like this.
How can we roam together in the Land of Eternal Joy,
Where even through kalpa fires, there is no birth or death?