Blankets 衾
あせいらばうれたくせこはおもはじや人はだふるなまだらこぶすま
ase iraba
uretaku seko wa
omowaji ya
hito wa taburu na
madara kobusuma | If I’m drenched with sweat,
Should I crossly the world
Cast from my thoughts?
O, don’t drive folk mad,
You motley blankets! |
Nakazane
Kindling 薪
しづのをがこりつむ薪我かくとたれゆゑもゆるおもひなるらん
shizu no o ga
koritsumu takigi
ware kaku to
tare yue moyuru
omoi naruran | A mountain man
Sets light to kindling;
I am just so:
For whose sake do I burn
With passion’s fire? |
Daishin
Kindling 薪
太山柴おのがかまどにとりくべてあさけ夕けのけぶりたつめり
miyama shiba
ono ga kamado ni
torikubete
asake yūke no
keburi tatsumeri | Brushwood from the mountains’ depths
To my kiln have I
Taken and kindled, that
Both morn and eve
The smoke does seem to rise. |
Higo
Kindling 薪
折りくぶる柴さまざまにみゆれどもけぶりはひとつ色にこそたて
orikuburu
shiba samazama ni
miyuredomo
keburi wa hitotsu
iro ni koso tate | Broken for kindling,
The brushwood in many shapes
Does appear, yet
The smoke in but one
Shade does rise. |
Kanemasa
Kindling 薪
こりつみしほだなかりせば冬ふかきかた山ほらにいかですままし
koritsumishi
hoda nakariseba
fuyu fukaki
katayama hora ni
ikade sumamashi | Felled
Fields were there none, then
Why, in the depths of winter
In a mountain cave
Would any wish to dwell? |
Tadafusa
Kindling 薪
かれはててたきぎになりし昔よりたきすてらるる日をぞかぞふる
karehatete
takigi ni narishi
mukashi yori
takisuteraruru
hi zo kazouru | Dried up and withered
Kindling did become;
That time long past, since then have
The burnt out
Days I counted up… |
Toshiyori
Kindling 薪
おく山のならひとなればあなしげの雪よりさきに薪こりつめ
oku yama no
narai to nareba
ana shige no
yuki yori saki ni
takigi koritsume | Deep with the mountains,
A custom it has become, so
Before the fearful fall of
Snow does come,
Go cut kindling! |
Nakazane
Kindling 薪
ま柴かるかりばのをのに雪ふりてつま木になづむ遠の里人
mashiba karu
kariba no ono ni
yuki furite
tsumagi ni nazumu
tō no satobito | The brushwood is withered
In the hunting grounds, where
The snow has fallen;
As fond of kindling as he is of his wife,
That distant villager. |
Akinaka
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