Such a black hawk one never thought in the world there would be,
But suspects it's come from the north end beyond the sea.
Flapping the winds with his wings he soars o'er the Purple Pass,
And spends but few winter nights in Yangtai here on some scars.
The hunters should be aware their trap is a trashy thing;
The wild geese must be shy to fly back with you in the spring.
One day is enough: you make thousands of miles in the cold highs;
You are a rare creature with jade talons and golden eyes.