Mujizen No Tameiki Miura Koushi Eiraku Mukade Koban

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Source: "Edo Monetary Culture" and Senryu Collection

Created from a portion of a script

Sigh of Characterless Coins ~Miura Lattice Eiraku Centipede Koban~

"Eiraku coins were certainly more prevalent than any other coins."

Where has copper disappeared from view?

In recent years, only Buku coins have become rampant.

Even among the 100-mon coins, no real characters can be found.

"Old coins are gradually disappearing," someone laments.

"A nighthawk and an oval coin" pass each other around a dark corner.
"A girl and an oval coin" is absurd. The centipede koban coins were thrown into the latticework of Miuraya, weighed on a paltry scale. As many attachments as there were legs, they crawled in the darkness. Human sincerity, like the uncharacterized coins, was as hollow.

"Until the Kyoho era, dreams were mixed in with the 100-yen coins."
As time passed, from the Bunka, Bunsei, and Kaei eras,
the amount of inferior coins only increased in vain. "Perhaps, in 30 or 50 years' time, this will be the case."
Will worthless, vulgar copper claim justice?
Where have the distant memories of the Wadō treasure hunt gone?

Senryū and kyoku poems lament the disappearance of the Yongle era.
"Roughly one or two genuine coins are found in a hundred."
Even finding this rare brilliance is an extremely difficult task.
Goods are rising in price, and one kanmon weighs like sand.
"To those whose bodies are made of cotton, I will give them to you." "
Saikaku's brush strokes coldly fall on the pile of old coins.

The dream of the Lapis Lazuli Palace and the light of Vairocana Buddha are drowned out by the sound of the clinking of money.

The coldness of the "wordless coins" freezes my heart.

"Eiraku has become extremely rare..."
Is it money, or the compassion of this world, that is disappearing?
"Cold iced tea and abandoned silver rings."
The night in the tenement house has yet to end.