ゆふづくよおぼつかなきを雲間よりほのかにみえしそれかあらぬか
yūzukuyo obotsukanaki o kumoi yori honoka ni mieshi sore ka aranu ka On a moonlit night Idly, From between the clouds Faintly did I glimpse her, but Was it her, or was it not?
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逢ふ事を雲ゐのよそにゆくかりのとほざかればや声もきこえぬ
au koto o kumoi no yoso ni yuku kari no tōzakareba ya koe mo kikoenu A meeting with her— Beyond the clouds Depart the geese, Growing ever distant, so Their voices fade away—just so…
418
かづらきや雲をこだかみ雪しろしあはれとぞ思ふ年の暮れぬる
kazuragi ya kumo o kodakami yuki shiroshi aware to zo omou toshi no kurenuru In Kazuragi, In clouds upon the trees, so tall, White is the snow— How sad it is, I feel, As the year draws to its end.
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まきの戸を朝あけの雲の衣手に雪を吹きまく山おろしの風
maki no to o asa’ake no kumo no koromode ni yuki o fukimaku yama’oroshi no kaze My door of cedarwood I open with the morning, and from the clouds Onto my sleeves Snow is blown, whipped by The wild wind off the moutains.
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久かたのあま雲あへりかづらきやたかまの山はみ雪ふるらし
hisakata no amagumo aeri kazuraki ya takama no yama wa miyuki fururashi The eternal Heaven-spanning clouds merge Above Kazuraki, where Upon Mount Takama Fair snows seem to be falling.
368
みわたせば雲ゐはるかに雪しろしふじの高ねの明ぼのの空
miwataseba kumoi haruka ni yuki shiroshi fuji no takane no akebono no sora When I gaze across, Through the distant clouds How white is the snow On the high peak of Fuji In the dawning sky.
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Hail on the mountainside.
雲ふかきみやまのあらしさえさえていこまのたけに霰ふるらし
kumo fukaki miyama no arashi saesaete ikoma no take ni arare fururashi Clouds are heavy Deep within the mountains, where the storm Is so chill, and Upon the peak of Ikoma Hail does seem to fall.
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Composed looking at the moon as the night wore on.
さよふけて雲間の月の影みれば袖にしられぬ霜ぞ置きける
sayo fukete kumoma no tsuki no kage mireba sode ni shirarenu shimo zo okikeru Brief night wore on, and From the gaps between the clouds the moon’s Light I saw, Unknowing that upon my sleeve The frost had fallen!
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The Chrysanthemum Match held during the Reign of the Daigo Emperor[1]
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秋すぎてのこれるきくはかみな月くもをわけてぞにほふべらなる
aki sugite nokoreru kiku wa kaminazuki kumo o wakete zo niouberanaru Autumn passes, and Lingering chrysanthemums In the Godless Month Seem to break apart the clouds With their glow.
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霜がれになりはてぬともきくの花をる人たれととはばこたへむ
shimogare ni narehatenu tomo kiku no hana oru hito tare to towaba kotaemu Completely burned by frost They may have become, yet These chrysanthemum blooms, but Who was it plucked you, Should you ask, I wonder, would they reply?
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[1] Daigo ōntoki kiku awase 醍醐御時菊合
雲はらふあらしに月のみがかれてひかりえてすむあきの空かな
kumo harau arashi ni tsuki no migakarete hikariete sumu aki no sora kana By clouds swept away By the storm winds the moon Is polished Adding more light to the clear Autumn skies!
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