At dawn I rise and my cab bells begin
To ring, but in thoughts of home I am lost.
The cock crows as the moon sets over thatched inn;
Footprints are left on wood bridge paved with frost.
The mountain path is covered with oak leaves;
The posthouse bright with blooming orange trees.
The dream of my homeland still haunts and grieves
With mallards playing on the pool with geese.
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