KKS II: 132

Composed when he saw women returning from picking flowers on a day at the end of the Third Month.


mono to Fa nasi ni
Fakanaku mo
tiru Fana goto ni
taguFu kokoro ka
That would halt them
There is nothing, yet
How hopelessly
To every scattered flower
My heart is drawn.

Ōshikōchi no Mitsune

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