Kinkai wakashū 288

さよふけてなかばたけゆく月影にあかでや人の衣うつらん

sayo fukete
nakaba takeyuku
tsukikage ni
akade ya hito no
koromo utsuran

Brief night draws on, and
From its height descends
The moonlight, as
Unfulfilled, perhaps, someone
Seems to be fulling clothes?

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