杜甫·《孤雁》英译

孤雁不饮啄，飞鸣声念群。

谁怜一片影，相失万重云。

望尽似犹见，哀多如更闻。

野鸦无意绪，鸣噪亦纷纷。

The Lone Wild Goose

Du Fu

Too sad to drink or eat

The lone wild goose broods,

Giving a mournful cry

In his search for the flock

Now lost in distant cloud;

It strains its eyes looking

Into the distance, thinking

It can see the others,

Replying to cries that are but

Echoes of its own; the sound

Waking other birds from

Their sleep, confusing them

With its sadness.