SZS XVII: 1065

After he had left the world, he saw blossom by the Shira River and composed:


tiru wo mide
kaFeru kokoro ya
mukasi ni kaFaru
sirusi naruran
Falling flowers I’d not see –
But head home: that is my feeling;
The cherry blossoms,
How different was my past,
Reveal, perhaps.

The Monk En’i

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