Eikyū hyakushu 288

Scented Grasses 草香


mine ni oeba
muragumo ochiku
kusa no kō
asaki susono zo
tomo ya tabasame
When o’erlaying the peaks,
The crowding clouds come rolling down;
The grasses’ scent is
Faint along the skirting foothills –
Might I grasp both together?


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