Eikyū hyakushu 107

Pheasants (雉)

みかりするかた野のみのを今朝みればひとつ松ねに雉鳴くなり

mikarisuru
katano no mino o
kesa mireba
hitotsu matsu ne ni
kigisu nakunari

When upon the imperial hunting grounds
Of Katano plain
I gaze this morn,
From a single pine root
A pheasant is a’crying.

Nakazane

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