The northern snow is invading T'an-chou; The clouds of Tatary have
made the homes cold. Wind-driven leaves are flying with the snow;
Mixed with rain, the flakes seldom show the pattern of a flower.
Though the money in my purse is all spent, It is still easy to buy wine
on credit. Why is no friend coming to share the jug with me? I shall
wait until the crows come to roost at dusk.