I dip with my hands

At the Yamagoe pass in Shiga I talked with a certain person by a rocky spring. When we parted, I wrote this:
I dip with my hands
but drops muddy the mountain spring
before I've quenched my thirst —
still thirsty for your company,
I must move on
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Ki no Tsurayuki
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