Entō Onhyakushu

Entō Onhyakushu 7

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根芹つむ野澤の水の薄氷まだうちとけぬ春風ぞ吹く

nezeri tsumu
nozawa no mizu no
usukōri
mada uchitokenu
harukaze zo fuku		 While picking parsley,
On the water in the marshy fields
Lies a sheet of ice;
Still to frail to melt it,
Blows the springtime wind.

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