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You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a thousand pieces. Why is it so far away?
Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander. Around the hill, why is it such a sadness?
Dandelions yellow and shepherds-purse blooming white -- not anyone to look at them.
I hear a pheasant, calling and calling fervently. Once a friend was there across the river, living.
Ghostly smoke rises and fades away with a west wind strong in fields of small bamboo grasses and reedy fields. Nowhere to leave for.
Once a friend was there across the river, living, but today not even a bird sings a song.
You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a thousand pieces. Why is it so far away?
In my grass hut by the Amida image I light no candle, offer no flowers, and only sit here alone. This evening, how invaluable it is.
Priest Buson with a thousand bowings
Yosa Buson
Read poems about / on: river, friend, today, elegy, song, wind, alone, heart, light, flower, rose
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