Kinkai wakashū 227

鳴きわたる雁のはかぜに雲きえてよぶかき空にすめる月影

nakiwataru
kari no hakaze ni
kumo kiete
yobukaki sora ni
sumeru tsukikage

Crying as they cross,
The geese waft wind with their wings,
Clearing the clouds, and
Deep within the night, the sky fills
With clear moonlight.

Waka Poetry