Entō Onhyakushu 7

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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