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逢ことの 稀なる色に 思ひそめ わが身は常に 天雲の 晴るゝ時なく 富士の嶺の 燃えつゝ永久に 思へども 逢ふことかたし 何しかも 人をうら見む わたつ海の おきを深めて 思ひてし 思ひは今は いたづらに なりぬべらなり 行く水の 絶ゆる時なく かくなわに 思ひ亂れて 降る雪の 消なば消ぬべく 思へども 閻浮の身なれば 猶やまず 思ひは深し あしひきの 山下水の 木隱れて なぎつこころを 誰にかも 相語らはむ 色にいでば 人知りぬべみ すみぞめの 夕になれば ひとりゐて あはれあはれと 嘆きあまり せむすべなみに 庭にいでて 立ちやすらへば 白妙の 衣のそでに 置く露の 消なば消ぬべく 思へども 猶嘆かれぬ 春がすみ よそにもひとに 逢はむと思えへば
aFu koto no marenaru iro ni omoFisome wa ga mi Fa tune ni amakumo no Faruru toki naku Fuzi no ne no moetutu toFa ni omoFedomo aFu koto katasi nani sikamo Fito wo uramimu watatumi no oki wo fukamete omoFitesi omoFi Fa ima Fa itadura ni narinuberanari yuki midu no tayuru toki naku kaku nawa ni omoFimidarete Furu yuki no kenaba kenubeku omoFedomo ebu no mi nareba naFo yamazu omoFi Fa Fukasi asiFiki no yamasita midu no kogakurete nagitu kokoro wo tare ni kamo aFikataraFamu iro ni ideba Fito sirinubemi sumizome no yuFu ni nareba Fitori wite aFare aFare to nageki amari semusube nami ni niFa ni idete tatiyasuraFeba sirotaFe no koromo no sode ni oku tuyu no kenaba kenubeku omoFedomo naFo nagekarenu Farugasumi yoso ni mo Fito ni aFamu to omoFeba |
Meeting her Is so rare, passion Has begun to stain my thoughts: I am ever, as The firmament, cloud-covered, Never clearing, like The peak of Fuji Eternally afire; Though these are my feelings, How hard it is to meet with her. And for what Should I resent her? The boundless main Offshore was the depth of My thoughts of her; Now, How pointless Does it seem, As water flowing Not once ceasing, A binding cord, My shattered thoughts, as Falling snow If they’re to melt away, then let them! I feel, yet Even were I in Paradise Still would I find no peace – That is the depth of love I feel. Leg-wearying Down the mountain water flows Hidden ‘neath the trees, The upwelling of my heart, To whom Should I relate it? My passion should I show, Then all, no doubt, would no of it; In ink-dark Night, Alone, So sad in A surfeit of grief, With nothing to be done I’ll step out in the garden and Stand there a while, The white mulberry cloth Of my sleeves Dewdrop-covered If they’re to melt away, then let them! I feel, yet Still grieved, In a gentle haze of spring, So distant my dear one Just to meet her so, would be enough… |
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