Kei’un Hyakushu 14



magawazu wa
hana tomo mieji
miyako yori
kumo no yae tatsu
mine no kozue wa
There’s no mistaking
The blossom, though it be hidden;
From the Capital
The clouds, eightfold, stand
Upon the treetop clad peaks.

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