Secluded within the women's quarters—that was sad enough,
but far worse this small mound in the land of underground springs!
The moon is cold—no more mornings at the dressing table.
The place is deserted—this wild goose knows nothing of the
autumn.
Her old rooms, among the reeds, are inhabited by monks now.
The new pavilion, beneath the bamboo, awaits passers-by.
With no great name left behind in the local gazetteer,
how will travelers know this is a place
where they ought to stop their boats?