He Always, Always, Always Felt the Pain Upon the Cross and in the Life of Unnumbered Creatures like You
Even in the mind
Of the mindless one
Arises grief
When the snipe wings up
In the autumn evening.
~ Saigyō, translated by R. H. Blyth
Even in the mind
Of the mindless one
Arises grief
When the snipe wings up
In the autumn evening.
~ Saigyō, translated by R. H. Blyth

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