孤雁
崔涂
几行归塞尽，念尔独何之？
暮雨相呼失，寒塘欲下迟。
渚云低暗度，关月冷相随。
未必逢缴，孤飞自可疑。
A Lone Wild Goose
Cui Tu
Lines of wild geese have all been back to the frontier.
I wonder where you alone are flying from here.
In evening rains you cry hard for being astray；
You hesitate when to the cold pond you make your way.
Through the low clouds o’er the islet you take your flight；
O’er the pass， with you is only the cold moonlight.
You may not have been frightened by fearful arrows；
What really causes you to fly singly who knows！