Overtaken by darkness
I will lodge under
the boughs of a tree
flowers alone
host me tonight
(transl. Yoel Hoffmann)
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Now the night descends,
My hostelry is the shadow of
a cherry tree.
My host; a flower.
(translation found once on the WEB)
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Were I,
still traveling as night falls,
to make a sheltering tree my inn,
then would my host tonight
be the blossoms themselves?
(transl. Royall Tyler, from
WIKIPEDIA)
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