The moon, having risen from the fields of grass, climbed higher as the night deepened, and the dew on the tips of the grasses sparkled like jewels.

Once I viewed it from the palace,
The moon which on this night
Forces memories to return.
My eyes filled with tears. [4.21]

sad girl

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