Sanekata Shū 278

When I had gone to Ishiyama with Middle Captain Nagatō, looking out at dawn, both the sky and the waters were misted and especially moving, as the plovers called:


Fuyu samumi
tatu kaFagiri mo
aru mono wo
naku naku kiwiru
tidori kanasi na
Chill, indeed, is a winter when
Mist rises from the river,
Or so they say;
Crying, calling, come
The plovers, ever plaintive.

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