Kenpō meisho hyakushu 168

真砂ちる吹上の浜のあかぬ色を都の春とおもはましかは

masago chiru
fugiage no hama no
akanu iro o
miyako no haru to
omowamashi ka wa

Fair sands scatter
Blown up the beach at Fukiage,
Whose hues can never sate—
The capital in springtime
Do I wish that they would be?

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Waka Poetry