SKKS III: 191

When she was on a pilgrimage to Kamo, someone remarked one dawn that a cuckoo was calling, and as the treetops in Kataoka seemed particularly fine…

hototogisu
koe matsu hodo wa
kataoka no
mori no shizuku ni
tachi ya nuremashi
The cuckoo’s
Call-while we await it
In Kataoka
Forest, will the dew drops
Wet us where we stand, I wonder?

Murasaki Shikibu
紫式部

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