The autumn night
is long only in name --
We've done no more
than gaze at each other
and it's already dawn.
(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratani)
Though I go to you
ceaselessly
in my dreams,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.
Was it because I fell asleep
Tormented by longing
That you appeared to me?
Had I but known I dreamt
I should have wished never to awaken.
(Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
I thought to pick
the flower of forgetting
for myself,
but I found it
already growing in his heart.
(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratani)
A thing which fades
With no outward sign
Is the flower
Of the heart of man
In this world.
(Tr. Arthur Waley)
Those gifts you left
have become my enemies:
without them
there might have been
a moment's forgetting.
(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratani)
Sad --
the end that waits me --
To think at last
I'll be a mere haze
pale green over the fields.
(Tr. Burton Watson)
This body
grown fragile, floating,
a reed cut from its roots...
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I'd go, I think.
(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratami)
The flowers withered
Their color faded away
While meaninglessly
I spent my days in the world
And the long rains were falling
(Tr.Donald Keene)
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