he rested for two or three days on account of an indisposition. Since his lodgings here were only temporary, they were not very spacious, and the soldiers on duty were all able to see him from quite close up. His majestic appearance stirred them profoundly, and he looked at them filled with many thoughts.
aware to wa |
My miserable state |
At the sight of smoke rising from the eaves of the house adjoining his, the Emperor recited the verse, “Brushwood burning in a mountain hut” in a touching way.
yoso ni no mi |
I had always thought it |
They continued on their journey. The Emperor, noticing that the direction from which they had come was now veiled over in mist, thought, “How great a distance I have come!” Each day that elapsed took him farther from the capital and increased his melancholy. Even the branches of cherry, which he had seen in their first faint bloom, with the passage of the days and the miles had lost their color more and more, and now lay scattered whitely on the twisting roads that led up and down through the mountains. He felt as though he were passing over patches of melting snow.
hana no haru wa |
How hard it will be |