葉かへせぬ歎の杜は冬来れど常にもかもな常しなへなり
Fa kaesenu
nageki no mori Fa
Fuyu kuredo
tune ni mo kamo na
tokosinaFe nari |
The leaves never turn
In Nageki’s sacred groves, where
Winter comes, yet
It is always that
They are ever unchanging. |
Minamoto no Toshiyori
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夕顔の茂みにすだく轡虫おびただしくも恋ひ叫ぶかな
yuFugaFo no
sigemi ni sudaku
kutuFamusi
obitadasiku mo
koFisakebu kana |
Among the moonflowers’
Lushness swarm
Crickets
In their extremity
Crying out for love! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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夏の夜はにはかに照らす稲妻の光の間にも明けぬべらなり
natu no yo Fa
niFakani terasu
inaduma no
Fikari no ma ni mo
akenuberanari |
On summer nights
A brief flash
Of lightning:
And as it shines
The dawn can break! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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衣手もやや肌寒し夏の夜の月の光は秋の空かは
koromode mo
yaya Fadasamusi
natu no yo no
tuki no Fikari Fa
aki no sora ka Fa |
Even my sleeves
Are slightly chill;
On a summer night
The moon’s light
Recollects the autumn sky… |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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夏の夜は山時鳥待ちかねて夕づけ鳥の鳴きぬべきかな
natu no yo Fa
yamaFototogisu
matikanete
yuFutukedori no
nakinubeki kana |
On summer nights
The mountain cuckoo
Cannot bear to wait, so
The cockerel
Has no need to crow! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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なほざりにきたる人をや小夜衣かへすばかりの恋によそへむ
naozari ni
kitaru hito o ya
sayogoromo
kaesu bakari no
koi ni yosoemu |
Casually
Arriving, for such a man
My night robe
Would I simply strip back
In readiness for love? |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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数ならぬ我が身は夜の衣がはきつれば人のまづかへすらむ
kazu naranu
wa ga mi wa yoru no
koromogawa
kitsureba hito no
mazu kaesuramu |
Numberless are
The nights I’ve spent
Beside the River Robe;
I put it on so he
Will first turn it back. |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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夕顔の茂みみに集く轡虫おひただしくも恋叫ぶかな
yūgao no
shigemi ni sudaku
kutsuwamushi
oitadashikumo
koisakebu kana |
Upon the moonflowers’
Lush growth swarm
Bush crickets
Simply shrouding them
With their heartfelt cries of love. |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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信濃なるすがの荒野にはむ熊のおそろしきまで濡るる袖哉
shinano naru
suga no arano ni
hamu kuma no
osoroshiki made
nururu sode kana |
In Shinano
On the wild plain of Suga,
Of a hunting bear
I am so afraid
My sleeves are soaked! |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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夕されば空に分るる群鳥の行方も知らぬ恋もするかな
yū sareba
sora ni wakaruru
muradori no
yukue mo shiranu
koi mo suru kana |
When the evening comes,
Splitting the skies
The flocks of birds
Go, I know not where
As does my love. |
Minamoto no Shunrai
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'Simply moving and elegant'