Ki no Tsurayuki [Wikipedia] |
Though
upon the shore
Wind-blown
waves break into foam
White
like flowers in bloom,
Neither
nightingales nor spring
Knew
these flowers were blossoming.
While
I watch the shore
From
the swiftly moving ship,
Do the
pine trees guess,
That
the hills on which they grow
Seem
to move along also?
Fast
my teardrops fall,
But to
twist a silken thread
Surely
would be vain;
Who
could thread up pearls so frail?
All my
skill wound not avail.
Suminoye’s
pines,
As I
watch them, seem to be
Younger
far than I;
I
shall vanish from the scene,
But
the pines are evergreen.
If the
cherry trees
Nevermore
burst forth in bloom,
’Twould
be better far;
For
the saddest time of all
Is the
spring, when petals fall.
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