Kei’un Hyakushu 42



ariake no
hikari o mitemo
naku shika wa
yama yori idenu
tsuma ya matsuran
The morning moon’s pale
Light he sees, yet
The stag cries on;
Failing to emerge from amongst the mountains
Is his doe – does he await her, I wonder?

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