gū hóng hǎi shàng lái,
chí huáng bù gǎn gù。
cè jiàn shuāng cuì niǎo,
cháo zài sān zhū shù。
jiáo jiáo zhēn mù diān,
dé wú jīn wán jù?
měi fú huàn rén zhǐ,
gāo míng bī shén '
è。
jīn wǒ yóu míng míng,
yì zhě hé suǒ mù!
A lonely swan from the sea flies,
To alight on puddles it does not deign.
Nesting in the poplar of pearls
It spies and questions green birds twain:
"Don't you fear the threat of slings,
Perched on top of branches so high?
Nice clothes invite pointing fingers,
High climbers god's good will defy.
Bird-hunters will crave me in vain,
For I roam the limitless sky."