Eikyū hyakushu 283

Reaped Rice Fields 稂田

よしさらばおもふひつちのかしげつつ物にもならでしもかれねとや

yoshi saraba
omou hitsuchi no
kashigetsutsu
mono ni mo narade
shimogarene to ya
I care not!
That’s what I feel – the stubble,
Ever bent down
And coming to nothing:
I wonder, will it avoid the burn of frost?

Toshiyori

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