Well
Living creatures
Speak to me.
"I do not want to die."
Yet, I bestow death upon you.
Standing at the edge of death,
Still, you gesture to me.
I grant you the right
To draw a small breath.
In the end, my own life longs for the very same thing!
To my thirst, in the dark valley,
Grant me even a pool of stagnant water from a shallow well!
Just by hearing the bird's song
Before the dawn breaks,
For a fleeting moment, I can hear the sound
Of the stream flowing down!
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