Dialogue in a Dream

Begging food, I went to the city,
on the road met a wise old man.
He asked me, " Master, what are you doing
living there among those white-clouded peaks? "
I asked him, " Sir, what are you doing
growing old in the middle of this red city dust? "
We were about to answer, but neither had spoken
when fifth-watch bells shattered my dream.
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Ryokan
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