…入門聞號咷，
幼子飢已卒。
吾寧捨一哀，
里巷亦嗚咽。
所愧為人父，
無食致夭折。
豈知秋未登，
貧寠有倉卒
When I entered the gate I heard howling sobs —
My baby boy had died of hunger.
I couldn’t suppress a wail of my own
as all our lane rang out with weeping.
The shame I felt then, me the father
Of a boy who died young for want of food.
How could I know that before the harvest was out
Our poverty would breed calamity?
