すむ人もなき宿なれど荻のはの露を尋ねて秋はきにけり
sumu hito mo
naki yado naredo
ogi no ha no
tsuyu o tazunete
aki wa kinikeri | Folk living at
This house are there none, yet
Of the silver-grass frond’s
Dewdrops enquire and find that
Autumn has arrived. |
Composed as a poem on the beginning of autumn.
野となりて跡はたえにしふかくさもつゆのやどりに秋はきにけり
no to narite
ato wa taenishi
fukakusa mo
tsuyu no yadori ni
aki wa kinikeri | It is become the plain:
His trail has not endured, so
Even to Fukakusa, deep among the grasses,
At my dewdrop lodging
Autumn has arrived. |
うちはへて秋はきにけりきの国やゆらのみさきのあまのうけ縄
uchihaete
aki wa kinikeri
ki no kuni ya
yura no misaki no
ama no ukenawa | At long last
Autumn has come!
In the land of Ki,
By Yura Point,
Floats mark the end of fishers’ lines… |
Autumn coming to the seashore.
霧たちて秋こそ空にきにけらし吹上の浜のうらの塩風
kiri tachite
aki koso sora ni
kinikerashi
fukiage no hama no
ura no shiokaze | Mists rise, and
Autumn, indeed, to the skies
Does seem to come with,
To the beach at Fukiage
The tidewinds blowing across the bay. |
夕されば衣手すずしたかまどのをのへの宮の秋のはつかぜ
yū sareba
koromode suzushi
takamado no
onoe no miya no
aki no hatsukaze | When the evening comes,
My sleeves turn cool, as from
Takamado’s
Palace peak comes
The first breeze of autumn. |
Autumn breezes.
ながむれば衣手さむし夕づくよさほの川原の秋のはつ風
nagamureba
koromode samushi
yūzukuyo
sao no kawara no
aki no hatsukaze | When I gaze out,
How chill my sleeves,
On the evening of a moonlit night
Along the Sao riverside, from
The first breeze of autumn. |
Autumn
Composed on the morning of the 1st day of the Seventh Month.
昨日こそ夏はくれしかあさ戸出の衣手さむし秋のはつかぜ
kinō koso
natsu wa kureshi ka
asa tode no
koromode samushi
aki no hatsukaze | Was it only yesterday that
Summer reached its end?
For stepping out my door this morning
My sleeves are chilled
By autumn’s first breeze… |
あだ人のあだにある身のあだ事をけふみな月のはらへすてつといふ
adabito no
ada ni aru mi no
adagoto o
kyō minazuki no
harae sutetsu to iu | A faithless woman her
Faithless life of
Faithless words
Today, with the Waterless Month’s
Purification has abandoned, they say! |
Sixth Month purification.
わがくにのやまとしまねの神たちをけふのみそぎに手向けつるかな
wa ga kuni no
yamato shimane no
kamitachi o
kyō no misogi ni
tamuketsuru kana | My land,
The land of Yamato’s
Gods:
Through purification today
Have I worshipped them! |
みそぎするかやのちのわにひくしでのまつはれつきて夏をとどめん
misogisuru
kaya no chi no wa ni
hiku shide no
matsuwaretsukite
natsu o todomen | Purification with
A ring of woven silver-grass
Draped with streamers
Wrapped around
I would halt the summer. |
'Simply moving and elegant'
