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Long ago, when Tsurayuki had gone down to Tosa to serve as governor, he had a child of seven or eight, indescribably sweet, whom he loved beyond measure. In the year his term came to an end, the child fell ill and, despite every care, died. Distraught with weeping, he pined so bitterly that he all but fell ill himself. After some months had passed, he thought, “I cannot go on like this forever. I must return to the capital.” Yet he kept recalling how the child had done this or that in this very place, and his sorrow was so great that he wrote this poem upon a pillar: “Whenever I think of going to the capital, what grieves me is that there is one who will not return.” The poem he wrote there has remained to this day.