鸿鴈于飞,肃肃其羽。之子于征,劬劳于野。爰及矜人,哀此鳏寡。 鸿鴈于飞,集于中泽。之子于垣,百堵皆作。虽则劬劳,其究安宅。 鸿鴈于飞,哀鸣嗸嗸。维此哲人,谓我劬劳。维彼愚人,谓我宣骄。
The wild geese fly, Fluttering their wings. The people are on the march, Toiling in the open country. We reach out to the destitute, Pitying the widows and the bereaved. The wild geese fly, Settling in the midst of the marsh. The people are on the wall-building, A hundred walls go up. Though we toil and travail — In the end, there is a home to dwell in. The wild geese fly, Their mournful cry, āo-āo. The wise man says we toil and travail. The foolish man says we are proud and idle.