“Life is an ever-rolling wheel
And every day is the right one.
He who recites poems at his death
Adds frost to snow.”

— Mumon Gensen

Japanese Death Poems. Compiled by Yoel Hoffmann. ISBN 978-0-8048-3179-6

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1323–1390

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