Ise Shū 48

Seeing how he seems to be suffering, she calls him to her curtains, and speaks with him:


sigure bakari ni
yamabiko no
kowe wo katami ni
kikikaFasu kana
The unceasing
Drizzle, alone, brings
The echo of
Our voices, between
Us passing.

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