Horse                                                    

Disheveled mane—
Bleary eyes—
Hairs like burrs of the chestnut pod—
O horse, exhausted from a long run,
O horse, worn out by the harsh whip!

Down turned trunk-neck—
Long-drawn tail—
In the frost, the glistening four hooves—
O horse, you want to disperse the clouds,
O white horse, you will shout for the New Year!