Classic Poem

On Mount Kasuga of the spring days,
on Mount Mikasa of the high platform,
every morning clouds lie,
cuckoos call, ceaseless and incessant.
Like the clouds my heart lingers,
like those birds I'm in one-sided love,
in the day, all through the day,
in the night, all through the night,
standing or sitting, I brood,
though I cannot meet her.

ENVOY

Like the birds that call on Mount Mikasa of the high platform, my thoughts of love start up as
soon as they cease