Above the bed the roof leaked,
no place was dry,
And the raindrops ran down like strings,
without a break.
I have lived through upheavals and ruin
and have seldom slept very well,
But have no idea how I shall pass
this night of soaking.

Du Fu


ethereal beaty

Upon my sleeve,
Plum blossoms pour their fragrance,
Vying in beauty
With moonbeams filtering through the
And sparkling in the wetness of my tears.

Fujiwara Teika