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(Tokyo National Museum)

 

Dew on the lotus –

that is what we must become.

Spring is bleak this year

and the plum blossom blasted.

I hold no concerts

and avoid flirtations.

The snow has melted;

I wish to dissolve as well,

so will remain behind blinds.

A song bird arrives,

but she has now flown her nest.

My grandson enquires:

Are you going to follow her?

I am ready to depart.