For you, my love
Brings forth tears, did it not
My Chinese robe
About the breast
...
Their first flowered
Home have they left,
These chrysanthemum blooms,
And their hues too
...
Though I dip
Within the wave
I cannot search them out:
With the gusting of the wind,
...
The woodcutters
Are felling palace logs all day, it seems,
Leg-wearying
From the mountains echoes
...
Argent pearls
Did my tears seem
Yet with the passing years
Chinese crimson
...
A cuckoo to
A man on Pine Mount
Calls and so
Suddenly within me
...
From cupped hands
Droplets cloud
The mountain spring-
It's not enough-as from you
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Beneath the mighty
Gods' enclosing fence
Creeps a vine:
Unable to withstand the Autumn,
...
Did some lodge here
And leave for a keepsake
Wisteria trousers? Thoroughworts,
Impossible to forget,
...
From this year on
I'll deeply feel the spring
With these cherry blossoms.
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