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Ono no Komachi, KKS:822 (Love)

                How bitter it is to see
              Autumnal blasts
                Strike the rice ears;
              I shall, I fear,
              Reap no harvest.
                       (Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
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Translator's note. Puns to produce alternate meaning: "How bitter it is that the man I trusted has tired of me; I shall, I fear, soon be utterly forgotten" (IM, p. 260).