   <p>In a dilapidated three-room hut
                I've grown old and tired;
                This winter cold is the
                Worst I've ever suffered through.
                I sip thin gruel, waiting for the
                Freezing night to pass.
                Can I last until spring finally arrives?
                Unable to beg for rice,
                How will I survive the chill?
                Even meditation helps no longer;
                Nothing left to do but compose poems
       