Bell Crickets 鈴虫
しぐれふり色かはりゆくあさぢふにあはれなるかなすず虫のこゑ
shigure furi
iro kawariyuku
asajū ni
awarenaru kana
suzumushi no koe | The showers fall, and
From the changing hues of
The cogon grass
It seems so sad:
The bell crickets’ song! |
Tadafusa
Bell Crickets 鈴虫
かずならでふりぬることをすず虫となきかはしてもあかしつるかな
kazu narade
furinuru koto o
suzumushi to
nakikawashitemo
akashitsuru kana | Innumerable
Have they descended;
The bell crickets
All crying together, yet
Dawn has come! |
Toshiyori
Bell Crickets 鈴虫
東路の不破のせきやのすず虫をむまやにふるとおもひけるかな
azumaji no
fuwa no sekiya no
suzumushi o
mumaya ni furu to
omoikeru kana | On Eastland ways
At the barrier house at Fuwa,
Bell crickets
Falling upon the stables
Do I remember! |
Nakazane
Bell Crickets 鈴虫
すずむしの声をすずかと聞くからに草とるたかぞ思ひしらるる
suzumushi no
koe o suzu ka to
kiku kara ni
kusa toru taka zo
omoishiraruru | Is the bell crickets’
Cry a chime, I wonder
Hearing them, and
A hawk hunting ‘mong the grasses
Comes to mind. |
Akinaka
Pine Crickets 松虫
ひとりゐてなかむる秋の夕くればおなじ心に松虫ぞなく
hitori ite
nagamuru aki no
yū kureba
onaji kokoro ni
matsumushi zo naku | All alone, and
Gazing out on an autumn
Evening falling,
The same feeling fills
The pine crickets’ cries. |
Daishin
Pine Crickets 松虫
くれにとはたれかたのめし身をつめば人松虫のあはれとぞ思ふ
kure ni to wa
tare ka tanomeshi
mi o tsumeba
hito matsumushi no
aware to zo omou | Trapped in darkness
On whom did I rely?
When clinging on with longing,
Pining for him, the crickets’
Sorrow is all I feel. |
Higo
Pine Crickets 松虫
夕されば荻の下葉やくらからん月まつ虫の声きこゆなり
yū sareba
ogi no shitaba ya
kurakaran
tsuki matsumushi no
koe kikoyunari | When the evening comes
Do the under-leaves of silver-grass
Seem shadowed?
Pining for the moon, the crickets’
Cries I hear. |
Kanemasa
Pine Crickets 松虫
ときは山ふもとの野べにとしをへて色もかはらぬ松虫のこゑ
tokiwayama
fumoto no nobe ni
toshi o hete
iro mo kawaranu
matsumushi no koe | On the eternal mountains’
Foothills’ meadows
The year passes by, yet
Never-changing are the hues of
The pine crickets’ songs. |
Tadafusa
Pine Crickets 松虫
夕されば野べもや物をおもふらん松虫鳴きて露しめりけり
yū sareba
nobe mo ya mono o
omouran
matsumushi nakite
tsuyu shimerikeri | When the evening comes
Does the plain seem
Sunk in thought?
The pine crickets crying, and
The dew so chill… |
Toshiyori
Pine Crickets 松虫
松虫のむぐらの下に声するは野原の風や夜さむなるらん
matsumushi no
mugura no shita ni
koesuru wa
nohara no kaze ya
yo samunaruran | The pine crickets from
Beneath the weeds
Do cry;
Is it the wind from off the plain
That makes this night seem so chill? |
Nakazane
'Simply moving and elegant'