HOJOKI•ûä‹L
AN ACCOUNT OF MY HUT
The river's flow is ceaseless, yet we know not its source.
Some bubbles that form on the surface of stagnant pools
evaporate while others are still being formed;
no rule suggests that things remain for long.
It is the same example as informs the man of the world
and his house: along the magnificent avenues of the capital
their roofs align, their tiles vying in height
just as the houses of the high- born and low born
give testimony. It seems these buildings will stand
the test of the ages, yet when one examines the truth
of such a perception, one finds few houses that
remain from the past. Some are burning as we speak,
while others are a-building. The houses of the great
and mighty fall into ruin and are replaced by smaller
huts....
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Translation by KLR)