| 英譯： |
Of Kingdoms six their state that raised
In turn upon each other's fall,
Libations three when I have made,
A lay I sing unto you all.
This garden that is left us now
Is smaller than the Chins' of yore.
These hills remind of Loyang peaks,
Are like them, but in number more.
The flowers that long ago the Wus
Had planted by their ancient halls:
The silks and damasks that the Kins
Concealed within their Palace walls:
With all their human lovers gone
Are all extinct in long decay.
Old Time has washed them to the East
Admidst the Ocean's waves away.
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