You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
thousand pieces.
Why is it so far away?
Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander.
Around the hill, why is it such a sadness?
Dandelions yellow and shepherds-purse blooming white —
not anyone to look at them.
I hear a pheasant, calling and calling fervently.
Once a friend was there across the river, living.
Ghostly smoke rises and fades away with a west wind
strong in fields of small bamboo grasses and reedy fields.
Nowhere to leave for.
Once a friend was there across the river, living, but today
not even a bird sings a song.
You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
thousand pieces.
Why is it so far away?
In my grass hut by the Amida image I light no candle,
offer no flowers, and only sit here alone.
This evening, how invaluable it is.
Priest Buson
with a thousand bowings
(Yosa Buson)
More Poetry from Yosa Buson:
Yosa Buson Poems based on Topics: Birds, Flowers, Thought & Thinking, Sadness, Friendship, Morning- Hokku Poems in Four Seasons (Yosa Buson Poems)
- light of the moon (Yosa Buson Poems)
- Haiku (Yosa Buson Poems)
- Ploughing the land (Yosa Buson Poem)
- Straw sandal half sunk (Yosa Buson Poem)
- They end their flight (Yosa Buson Poem)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Sadness Poems, Friendship Poems, Flowers Poems, Thought & Thinking Poems, Birds Poems, Morning PoemsBased on Keywords: invaluable, bowings, amida, buson, shepherds-purse