墓里古人浑不语，杨花榭后飘香絮。
子规啼尽一春心，飞到天涯何处去。
注：Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!