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Mountain road hard travel sun become slant Mist village frost tree about to perch crow Night return not arrive should be unimportant Warm drink three cups reach be come |
The mountain road is hard to travel, the sun now slanting down, In a misty village, a crow lands on a frosted tree. I'll not arrive before night falls, but that should not concern me, Once I've drunk three warm cups, I'll feel as if at home. |