How trivial this life must seem to one beyond the grave. I was unable to contain my tears, and the nearby worshipers and priests participating in the services recognized that my grief was unusual and invited me to come up closer. I went forward and worshiped with a sense of relief mingled with wonderment at the tears I still had.

You disappeared like dew—
Now your image here
Causes dew to fall afresh
Once more on these sleeves. [5.27]

sad girl

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