On My Way to the Capital
The trees shed leaves in autumn late;
The Southern Plain looks desolate.
I see in boat blue hills recede
And white birds fly away in speed.
I hear men talk in accent queer;
I drown my grief in wine more dear.
What is the use of vain renown?
Though ill, I must trudge up and down.
Summoned to the capital to legalize the new emperor, the poet disobeyed and was put to death together with hundreds of his kinsmen.