Deer and Japanese Cypress, Ishida Yūtei
In the mountain depths,
Treading through the crimson leaves,
The wandering stag calls.
When I hear the lonely cry,
Sad–how sad!–the autumn is.
About the Author:
Sarumaru no Taifu, also known as Sarumaru no Dayū, was a waka poet in the early Heian period of Japan.
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