Thoughts 3 – Zhang Jiuling

The hermit in his lone abode 

Nurses his thoughts cleansed of care, 

Them he projects to the wild goose 

For it to his distant Sovereign to bear. 

Who will be moved by the sincerity 

Of my vain day-and-night prayer? 

What comfort is for my loyalty 

When fliers and sinkers can compare?

幽人归独卧， 滞虑洗孤清， 

持此谢高鸟， 因之传远情。 

日夕怀空意， 人谁感至精？ 

飞沈理自隔， 何所慰吾诚？