Summer
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As summer enters this land of rivers and lakes,
I find myself idle in my thatched hut.
Friendly waves that wash the shores
are sent only by the gentle breeze.
This body’s coolness is also a debt
we owe to our great king.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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