Classic Poem

The heartache of love, the distress of poverty, the pain of illness—all reveal one and the same truth; falling ill and not dying is equal in emotion to falling in love and not meeting, and the poor woman who had to sell her house on the Kamo River bank is no different from a samurai who is laid up by illness. Recently afflicted with an illness, I've been enjoying its torment:
I broil shrimp and play with my illness in this cold