ONO NO KOMACHI
No way to see him
on this moonless night
— I lie awake longing, burning, breasts racing fire,
heart in flames.
("To a man who seems to have forgotten.")
Truly now I’ve grown old
in the winter rains.
Even your words of love
have altered,
falling leaves.
While watching
the long rains falling
on this world
my heart, too, fades with the unseen color
of the spring flowers.
IZUMI SHIKIBU
Why did you vanish
into empty sky?
Even the fragile snow,
when it falls,
falls in this world.
Which shouldn’t exist
in this world,
the one who forgets
or the one
who is forgotten?
Which is better,
to love
one has died
or not to see
each other when you’re alive?
Which is better,
the distant lover
you long for
or the one you see daily
without desire?
Which is the least unreliable
among fickle things
— the swift rapids,
a flowing river,
or this human world?
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