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Yosa Buson - Elegy to the Old Man HokujuYosa Buson - Elegy to the Old Man Hokuju
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You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a thousand pieces. Why is it so far away? Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander. Around the hill, why is it such a sadness? Dandelions yellow and shepherds-pu rse blooming white not anyone to look at them. I hear a pheasant, calling and calling fervently. Once a friend was there across the river, living. Ghostly smoke rises and fades away with a west wind strong in fields of small bamboo grasses and reedy fields. Nowhere to leave for. Once a friend was there across the river, living, but today not even a bird sings a song. You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a thousand pieces. Why is it so far away? In my grass hut by the Amida image I light no candle, offer no flowers, and only sit here alone. This evening, how invaluable it is. Priest Buson with a thousand bowings
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