Kokin rokujō VI: 3555

枯れはてむことをばしらで夏草の深くも人を頼みけるかな

kareFatemu
koto woba sirade
natu kusa no
Fukaku mo Fito o
tanomikeru kana

That they will wither all away
All unknowing are
The summer grasses;
Deeply in him
Can I place my trust, I wonder?

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