Сайгё. Танка. 16. En
Верно, чуть ветер повеет,
Полон тревоги?
Даже поодаль сладок
Запах цветущей сливы.
What's with the master?
Maybe, as soon as the wind blows,
He is full of anxiety?
Even from far away
The smell of a blooming plum is sweet.
(c) Saigyo
(c) translated into Russian by V.Markova
(c) translated into English by Maryna Tchianova
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