《聽哀鴻》 Hark at the goose scream!
Whoso is broken-hearted, dreads hearing the goose scream;
For that a start divorces the wedlock of his dreams.
O goose! thou art desolate as the peacock, whilst I thy maid am mateless as the phoenix.
Thy plaint is to the waning moon: I face forlornly the red lamp;
Pity that thine whole life long thou art companionless in isolation.
We womenfolk, though our lover be distant at heaven’s verge, still may say we hold intercourse by letter.
O goose! I pity thee, even I whose disease is such as their own; therefore it behoves thee to post my letter to yon distant land.
Thou must not delay in dalliance at river or barrier, staying thus the track of thy going.
I watch for the carrier goose as wistfully as I watch for my master; my heart is all the heavier.
Sorrow has a myriad phases.
O goose! be not thou like to the mortal body of my lover, that is but a snapped stalk and a drifting weed.