ShKKS XVII: 1608


yamada moru
sōzu no mi koso
aware nare
aki hatenureba
tou hito mo nashi
Warding mountain fields,
Even a monk will
Feel sad
When autumn ends, and
No one comes to call…


This poem is also Mandaishū XIV: 2944.

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