As His Majesty continued talking, I could hear the mournful cries of the deer on Mount Otowa and the sound of the dawn bell at Sokujōin warning us that day was breaking.

The cries of deer
Joined by the bell’s sound
Inquire about my tears
As the sky brightens with dawn.
I kept this poem to myself. [4.23]

sad girl



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From The Confessions of Lady Nijō, translated by Karen Brazell - About this site