Lament for My Son Cui
- Poetry of Bai Juyi

A pearl that lasted for but three years;

and now my temples are white than snow; 

at sixty I never imagined that you would precede me into the shady world;

I felt sad that I would not live long enough to see you blossom; 

now my heart is cut by a sword; 

weeping so much,

I have become half blind; 

how I miss the feel of you in my arms; 

I have become like Deng You of ancient days.