For the tainted sorrow:
Today too snow falls on it;
For the tainted sorrow:
Today too wind blows on it.

For the tainted sorrow
Is like, say, a fox's fur;
For the tainted sorrow,
Covered with snow, curls up.

For the tainted sorrow
Has no desires or wishes;
For the tainted sorrow
In its torpor dreams of death.

For the tainted sorrow
Frightens me piteously;
For the tainted sorrow
Can't be remedied, and the sun sets...

Nakahara Chuuya - Poems of the Goat: For the Tainted Sorrow
Translator: BSD Bibliophile