Kinkai wakashū 511

あさぢ原あとなきのべに置く霜のむすぼほれつつ消えやわたらん

asajiwara
ato naki nobe ni
oku shimo no
musubōretsutsu
kie ya wataran

Fields of cogon grass,
Trackless, on the hillside
With fallen frost
Held ever fast—
Shall I, too, fade away?

511

Waka Poetry