Ise Shū 48

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

ふりとげぬしぐればかりにやまびこの聲をかたみに聞きかはすかな

Furitogenu
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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