Composed when I heard that someone had come to a mountain retreat to view the blossom and never once asked after my wellbeing.

年をへておなじこずゑににほへども花こそ人にあかれざりけれ

toshi o hete onaji kozue ni nioedomo hana koso hito ni akarezarikere

Through the passing years On the same treetops Have they glowed, yet Of the blossom ‘tis that Folk have never tired.

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