The cry of returning wild geese has stopped;
	   evening clouds look azure.

	Snow is falling outside the windows,
	   smoke from the chimney rises straight upward.

	Under the candle-light glistens the phoenix hairpin,

	On which the man-shaped ornament is light.*

	The sounding horn announces the approach of daybreak;

	Stars are driven back by the light of early dawn.

	It is difficult to enjoy spring flowers.

	The west wind is still too cold.