The Crow Cries At Night by Po Chü-yi

Late, when it returns from the city wall;
Perilous, where it perches for the night in a courtyard–
The moon brightens a leafless tree,
Frost makes slippery the windy branches.
Crying hoarse, its throat is parched;
Flying low, its frozen wings droop.

The parrots in the painted hall
Do not know cold from warmth.

translated by Irving Y. Lo

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