On the West Tower in Guozhou

Miscarried, mishandled — a lifetime's affairs,
Slipping and stumbling and now, white hair.
My plans and stratagems all fell through:
I feel my shame even before wife and children
Though my wise prince has cast me from him,
Loyalty still ceases not in my heart,
But grief comes, and I've nowhere to go —
I can only climb this, the western tower.
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Ts'en Shen
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