Poem 97 (1Konu hito wo…)

1Konu hito wo Matsu-hō no ura no 1Yūnagi ni Yaku ya moshio no Mi mo kogare-tsutsu. pon the shore of Matsu-hō 1For thee I pine and sigh; Though calm and cool the evening air, 1These salt-pans caked and dry 1Are not more parched than I!