One spring, when there had been many fires in the houses of people in the world, a woman sent me a yam:
この春はめづらしげなき燒けどころつれなき人はいかゞ見るらむ
| kono Faru Fa medurasigenaki yakedokoro turenaki Fito Fa ikaga miruramu |
This spring Not uncommon are Roast yams and burnt out homes: A heartless man, What might he think of them? |