In A Dilapidated Three-Room Hut Poem by Taigu Ryokan
In A Dilapidated Three-Room Hut
In a dilapidated three-room hut
I’ve grown old and tired;
This winter cold is the
Worst I’ve ever suffered through.
I sip thin gruel, waiting for the
Freezing night to pass.
Can I last until spring finally arrives?
Unable to beg for rice,
How will I survive the chill?
Even meditation helps no longer;
Nothing left to do but compose poems
In memory of deceased friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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