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世中をおもへばなべてちる花のわが身をさてもいづちかもせん
yo no naka o omoeba nabete chiru hana no wa ga mi o sate mo izuchi ka mo sen |
When, on this world of ours I think, all is as Scattered blossom; Of me, in the end What is to become, I wonder? |
The Monk Saigyō
西行