Crickets 蛬
ねくたれのかみの中なるきりぎりすかしかましくもみだれ鳴くかな
nekutare no
kami no uchi naru
kirigirisu
kashikamashiku mo
midare naku kana | Tangled from sleep
From within my hair does
A cricket
Clamorously
Confused cry out! |
Daishin
Crickets 蛬
露むすぶ草の枕のほどなきに所えてなくきりぎりすかな
tsuyu musubu
kusa no makura no
hodo naki ni
tokoro ete naku
kirigirisu kana | Dripping with dew,
A pillow of grass –
Lacking even that,
Rightly cry
The crickets! |
Higo
Crickets 蛬
秋の野にやどりをすればきりぎりすかたしく袖の下に鳴くなり
aki no no ni
yadori o sureba
kirigirisu
katashiku sode no
shita ni nakunari | When on the plains in autumn
I make my lodging
The crickets
From beneath my single spread sleeve
Do cry. |
Kanemasa
Crickets 蛬
ひとりすむよもぎが宿に秋きてはきりぎりすこそ友に鳴きけれ
hitori sumu
yomogi ga yado ni
aki kite wa
kirigirisu koso
tomo ni nakikere | Living all alone
In a house among the tangled mugwort,
Autumn comes and
It is the crickets who
Companionably cry with me. |
Tadafusa
Crickets 蛬
なきかへせ秋をおくるなきりぎりすくれなば声のよわるのみかは
nakikawase
aki o okuru na
kirigirisu
kurenaba koe no
yowaru nomi ka wa | Crying all together
As autumn’s end draws near, are
The crickets;
Should it end, is it their song
Alone that will weaken? |
Toshiyori
Crickets 蛬
野風のみさびしきたびの草枕やがてゆひめにきりぎりすなく
nokaze nomi
sabishiki tabi no
kusamakura
yagate yuime ni
kirigirisu naku | The breeze across the meadows is simply
Sad, so on this journey, from
My pillow of grass, where
The stalks intertwine constantly
Cry the crickets. |
Nakazane
Crickets 蛬
露すがるをざさが下のきりぎりすみだれてかかるねをや鳴くらん
tsuyu sugaru
ozasa ga shita no
kirigirisu
midarete kakaru
ne o ya nakuran | Dewdrops all dried from
Broad-leaved bamboo, where beneath
Do the crickets
Caught up in confusion
Cry out their songs? |
Akinaka
Bell Crickets 鈴虫
あさぢふに鳴くすず虫の声きけばふりにしかたぞいとど恋しき
asajū ni
naku suzumushi no
koe kikeba
furinishi kata zo
itodo koishiki | Among the cogon grass
Singing, are the bell crickets;
Hearing their song
The ways of days long gone
Seem all the more dear… |
Daishin
Bell Crickets 鈴虫
秋をへてかはらざりけりあをによしふるき都のすず虫の声
aki o hete
kawarazarikeri
ao ni yosi
furuki miyako no
suzumushi no koe | As autumn passes by,
Never changing,
The good blue-black clay of
The ancient capital, where
Bell crickets sing. |
Higo
Bell Crickets 鈴虫
みかり野になくすず虫をはしたかの草とりて行く音かとぞきく
mikarino ni
naku suzumushi o
hashitaka no
kusa toriteyuku
oto ka to zo kiku | On the imperial hunting ground
Sing the bell crickets, and
A sparrowhawk, swooping
To hunt among the grasses –
Is that the sound I hear? |
Kanemasa
'Simply moving and elegant'