Eikyū hyakushu 647

Old Folk 老人

朝露をひさしき物とおもふ世にほとけの兄にいかでなりけん

asatsuyu o
hisashiki mono to
omou yo ni
hotoke no ani ni
ikade nariken

My morning dew is
A thing of times long gone
I feel, but in this world
The Buddha’s four-score years and one
How might I attain?

Nakazane

Waka Poetry