Eikyū hyakushu 531

Groves 原

あさぢふの露にうはげやそほつらんあしたの原にうづら鳴くなり

asajū no
tsuyu ni uwage ya
sōtsuran
ashita no hara ni
uzura nakunari

Is the cogon grass
By dew upon its upper fronds
So soaked?
This morn among the groves
The quail are crying.

Kanemasa

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