Serendipitet
Du Fu

I Stand Alone

A single bird of prey beyond the sky;
a pair of white gulls between riverbanks.

Hovering wind tossed, ready to strike;
the pair, at their ease, roaming to and fro.

And the dew is also full on the grasses,
spiders’ filaments still not drawn in.

Instigations in nature approach men’s affairs--
I stand alone in thousands of sources of worry.

An Anthology of Chinese Litterature
Translated by Stephen Owen