SZS I: 69

Composed as a poem on blossom.

おしなべて花の盛になりにけり山の端ごとにかゝる白雲

osinabete
Fana no sakari ni
narinikeri
yama no Fa goto ni
kakaru sira kumo
’Tis all the same-
Blossoms in profusion
Everywhere;
And on every mountain’s edge
White clouds hang.

The Monk En’i

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