Eastern hills — dense and lush

Eastern hills — dense and lush,
turning purple in the evening sun.
Kamo River ripples have all subsided,
only here and there the glint of a white gem.
Our family ducks know the day is ended;
they quack to each other, time to go home!
I too put away my books,
call to my wife to get out the cask of wine.
Fresh fish from the river, just right of grilling;
bamboo shoots — we dig them ourselves.
I'm going to sit by the eastern eaves,
share a drink with the hills over there.
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Rai San'yo
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