from Climbing Kagu Hill by Yamabe No Akahito in the Man’yoshü

I would always pass
through Asuka’s ancient capital.
There the mountains are lofty
and the river’s flow is broad and grand.
Cranes soar wildly
through the morning clouds,
and frogs sing noisily
in the evening mist.
Each time I see it
I find myself in tears,
as my mind turns to the past.

translated by Ian Hideo Levy

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