あさぼらけのばらをゆけばはる風のふくにみだれてあそぶいとゆふ
asaborake
nobara o yukeba
harukaze no
fuku ni midarete
asobu itoyū | When, at the very edge of dawn
Out onto the plains I go,
The spring breeze
Blows into a tangle
The heat haze. |
Yorimasa
たづねくるひくまの野辺にみだるるやよるかたもなくあそぶいとゆふ
tazunekuru
hikumano nobe ni
midaruru ya
yoru kata mo naku
asobu itoyū | I have come a’calling
To Hikumano plain, but
‘Tis confusing with
No way to draw near to
The heat haze… |
Moritada
春ののにひばりとともにみだれあひてひばりとももにあそぶいとゆふ
haru no no ni
hibari to tomo ni
midare’aite
hibari to tomo ni
asobu itoyū | On the plains in springtime
Together with the skylarks
Tangled,
Together with the skylarks
Sports heat haze. |
Tamemori
おもふことなきにやあるらし春ののにうらやましくもあそぶいとかな
omou koto
naki ni ya arurashi
haru no no ni
urayamashiku mo
asobu ito kana | To fill my thoughts
Have I nothing, I wonder?
Out on the springtime plains
How I envy
The sporting haze! |
Tamenari
野辺みれば春の日暮のおほぞらにひばりとともにあそぶいとゆふ
nobe mireba
haru no higure no
ōzora ni
hibari to tomo ni
asobu itoyū | Gazing on the plains
At a springtime sunset
In the heavens
Together with the skylarks is
Heat haze… |
Nakamasa
あそぶいとの春のはやしにただよふは花のにしきやはつれゆくらん
asobu ito no
haru no hayashi ni
tadayou wa
hana no nishiki ya
tsureyukuran | The heat haze o’er
The springtime woods
A’drifting,
Does it the blossoms’ brocade
Take with it, I wonder? |
Akihiro
はるばるとのばらもそらもみどりにてみだれてあそぶいとぞひまなき
harubaru to
nobara mo sora mo
midori nite
midarete asobu
ito zo himanaki | In the distance, far
Across the plains and skies, both
Have turned to green
Tangled by the sporting
Threads of constant haze. |
Tadanari
116
Heat haze out on the plains.
われのみとおもひてのべにいでつれどおなじこころにあそぶいとかな
ware nomi to
omoite nobe ni
idetsuredo
onaji kokoro ni
asobu ito kana | I would be alone
I thought, out onto the plains
A’going, yet
Of the same mind was
The heat haze! |
Lord Tametada
115
Before the shrine.
さしかかるゆふひのかげにてらされてひかりをそふるあけのたまがき
sashikakaru
yūhi no kage ni
terasarete
hikari o souru
ake no tamagaki | Shining out
The evening sunlight
Brings a glow
With its trailing light
To the vermillion begemmed fences. |
Minamoto no Yorimasa
Before a shrine.
すみよしのまつのしづえにいくちよかなみのしらゆふかけてきぬらん
sumiyoshi no
matsu no shizue ni
ikuchiyo ka
nami no shirayū
kakete kinuran | At Sumiyoshi
The pines’ lower branches
For how many thousand ages
With the waves’ white sacred streamers
Have come to be hung. |
Fujiwara no Tadanari
藤原忠成
'Simply moving and elegant'
