異鄕に病む
三月の風邪を懷いて
呪はれた心臟の鼓動を慰めやう
せめて 幻想の裡に家を建てやう
雨上りの月に敬虔な祈りを聽き乍ら
汗になつた寢間着を捨て
獨り身を温めやう
何處からかとぼとぼ
哀愁ょ
昨日の跫音を月に訊ねやぅか
疥せた胸のときめきに耐へ兼ねて
我にもなく 追憶の手を握る
異鄕に病む
Sick in a Foreign Country
Down sick from the chill of March
Console this cursed heartbeat
at least it was a home built inside illusion
While listening to devout prayers to the moon, after the rain lifted
threw away the sweaty pajamas
Warmed my lonely body
From somewhere, trudging
sorrow
Ask the moon, what about yesterday’s footsteps?
Enduring this itchy, throbbing chest
despite myself gripping memory’s hand
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