Composed when at a stone hermitage at Ōmine practicing his devotions.
草のいほなに露けしと思ひけむもらぬいはやも袖はぬれけり
kusa no iFo
nani tuyukesi to
omoFikemu
moranu iFaya mo
sode Fa nurekeri | A hut of straw
Is dew-drenched
You might think, but though
Nothing drips into my hut of stone
My sleeves are soaked, indeed! |
Archbishop Gyōson
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世中はとてもかくてもおなじことみやもわら屋もはてしなければ
yo no naka wa
tote mo kakute mo
onaji koto
miya mo waraya mo
hateshinakereba | When of this mundane world,
I think, all
Is ever the same: for
Palaces and straw-roofed huts, both,
Will someday fall to ruin. |
Semimaru
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'Simply moving and elegant'
