Kinkai wakashū 251

あさぢはら露しげき庭の蛬秋ふかきよの月になくなり

asajiwara
tsuyu shigeki niwa no
kirigirisu
aki fukaki yo no
tsuki ni nakunari

A field of cogon-grass,
Dew-drenched, is this garden, where
The crickets,
Deep one autumn night
Cry up to the moon.

Waka Poetry