SZS XII: 765

Composed as a Love poem.


omoFine no
yume dani miede
aFade mo tori no
ne koso turakere
Thinking of you, I slept, yet
In my dreams you showed no sign, and
When dawn broke
Without a meeting, the bird
Song was hateful, indeed!

The Monk Jakuren

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