COCK-CROW SONG

In the eastern quarter dawn breaks, the stars flicker pale.

The morning cock at Ju-nan mounts the wall and crows.

The songs are over, the clock run down, but still the feast is set.

The moon grows dim and the stars are few; morning has come to the world.

At a thousand gates and ten thousand doors the fish-shaped keys turn;

Round the Palace and up by the Castle, the crows and magpies are flying.