A Shaft of setting sun, its light dismal, wild

by Hiroaki Sato
A shaft of setting sun, its light dismal, wild,
recalls the year won and lost for hegemony.
Rearing dragon, violent tigers, where are you now?
The water's rhythm is limpid in the Ane River.
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English
Author of original: 
Ema Saiko
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Short Poems
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