驱马度荒城

驱马度荒城，荒城动客情。
高低旧雉堞，大小古坟茔。
自振孤蓬影，长凝拱木声。
所嗟皆俗骨，仙史更无名。

I spur my horse through the wrecked town,
The wrecked town sinks my spirit.
High, low, old parapet walls
Big, small, the aging tombs.
I waggle my shadow, all alone;
Not even the crack of a shrinking coffin is heard.
I pity all those ordinary bones,
In the books of the Immortals they are nameless.