黃沙漫天遍地,灰塵肆意地拍打在我臉上,我踉踉蹌蹌地走着,想着今天悲慘的遭遇,不覺淚如雨下。
Mourning was my joy; I renounced society and every pleasure, and was intoxicated with delight at the mortifications. I thus superadded to the lack of seeing you. 我成天悲愁,一心只想悲愁;我看不見你,也就什麼也不想要,只想從中得到某種陶醉。
天悲悼我地亦憂,萬里河山帶白頭。明日太陽來弔唁,家家户户淚長流。
他説這些是因為去年我曾經用了一整天悲傷,並且難以自拔。