已訝衾枕冷，

Suprised to find the quilt and the pillow become cold,

復見窗戶明。

and able to see the brightening window through.

夜深知雪重，

Piles of snow would be heavier when the night grew old,

時聞折竹聲。

for at times I heard the sound of snapping bamboo.

PS  During the winter days of 90s when I was in NYC, I encountered "夜雪" many times.  As not a poet at all, all I thought of then was how to clear the snow piled up on the pathway in front of my house early next morning.  Ha!