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Слушать(AI)In this world of ours
Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete
Sate sono ato wa shinuru bakari zo In this world of ours,
We eat only to cast out,
Sleep only to wake,
And what comes after all
Is simply to die at last.
Translation by.
Prof.
Nobuyuki Yuasa
Matsuo Basho
Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉, 1644 – November 28, 1694), born Matsuo Kinsaku (松尾 金作), then Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa (松尾 忠右衛門 宗房),[2] was the most famous p
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