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.
tr.by Lucy Chow Ho