To My Deceased Wife: Three Yuan Zhen Sitting idle, I grieve for myself as for you.

How many days are left of my declining years?

Another childless man fared better than I do; Another widower lavished vain verse and tears.

Could I await a better fate than our same tomb?

Could you be born again and again be my wife?

With eyes unclosed all night long I'll be in the gloom; To repay you for your unknit brows in your life.