Ono no Komachi: My Versions in English

Imagining My Death and Cremation

Sad to end as just

a green haze drifting pale

over distant fields.

Falling, the long rain,

the color from the flower,

the eye through the world.

Should the stream whisper "come,"

like a severed reed,

I would float away,

adrift as my heart.



Moonlight pouring through the trees
fills me up with autumn.