KKS XVI: 842

Composed on the road to a mountain temple, in the autumn of a year when he was in mourning.


asagiri no
okute no yamada
karisome ni
uki yo no naka wo
omoFinuru kana
The morning mists
Descend upon the late-growing mountain fields;
Harvest has begun; so brief
And fleeting is this world of ours
I feel.


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