Monkeys 猿
さらぬだにおいては物のかなしきに夕のましら声なきかせそ
saranu dani
oite wa mono no
kanashiki ni
yū no mashira
koe na kikase so | Not even leaving—
Sunk in
Sadness
O, monkeys, this evening
Let me not hear your cries! |
Daishin
Monkeys 猿
あしびきの山べにあそぶ木の葉ざるおもふ心ぞありて鳴くなる
ashibiki no
yamabe ni asobu
ko no ha zaru
omou kokoro zo
arite nakunaru | On the leg-wearying
Mountain slopes play
Monkeys among the leaves—
Human feelings do
They have, and so they cry. |
Higo
Monkeys 猿
おもふことおほえの山に世の中をいかにせましと三声なくなり
omou koto
ōe no yama ni
yo no naka o
ika ni semashi to
mikoe nakunari | Deep in thought
Upon Mount Ōe,
‘In this mundane world,
O, what I am to do?’ cry
Voices three. |
Kanemasa
Monkeys 猿
三度てふ声だにきけばよそ人に物おもひまさるねをぞ嗚くなる
mitabi chō
koe dani kikeba
yosobito ni
mono’omoi masaru
ne o zo nakunaru | When three times
That call I hear,
A stranger in
Deepest depression is
Crying out! |
Tadafusa
Monkeys 猿
たかのみこいともあやしとみましけり猿まろをしも引きたてじとや
takano miko
ito mo ayashi to
mimashikeri
sarumaro o shimo
hikitateji to ya | Prince Takano
Really does have a strange
Appearance, I would say!
For a monkey does
Not stand upright, does he? |
Toshiyori
Monkeys 猿
ゆふづくひさすや嵐の山もとに物わびしらにさるさけぶなり
yūzuku hi
sasu ya arashi no
yamamoto ni
monowabishira ni
saru sakebunari | The twilight sun
Shines around Arashi
Mountain’s foot where
So sorrowfully
The monkeys howl. |
Nakazane
Monkeys 猿
あさまだきならのかれ葉をそよそよと外山をいでてましら鳴くなり
asa madaki
nara no kareba o
soyosoyo to
toyama o idete
mashira nakunari | ‘Tis not yet morn, but
The withered oak leaves
Rustle, as
To the distant mountains go
The monkeys hooting. |
Akinaka
Spiders 蜘蛛
心ぼそいつまで我が身ながらへん軒ばにすがくささがにのいと
kokoroboso
itsu made wa ga mi
nagaraen
nokiba ni sugaku
sasagani no ito | In loneliness
How long must I
Go on?
By my eaves spun into a web is
The spider’s thread… |
Daishin
Spiders 蜘蛛
かきたえてとひくる人もなきものを空だのめするささがにのいと
kakitaete
toikuru hito mo
naki mono o
soradanomesuru
sasagani no ito | Truly, oh so truly,
Callers coming
Are there none, so
I’ll trust in the unreliable
Spider’s webs… |
Higo
Spiders 蜘蛛
かれのこる軒のあやめをたよりにてくり返しひくくものいとすぢ
kare nokoru
noki no ayame o
tayori nite
kurikaeshi hiku
kumo no itosuji | On the withered remnants of
Sweet-flags on my eaves
Shall I rely, and
Time and time again draw upon
The spider’s thread. |
Kanemasa
'Simply moving and elegant'