風をいたみ本荒の萩の露だにもあはれいかなる人を待つらむ
| kaze wo itami motoara no Fagi no tuyu dani mo aFare ikanaru Fito wo maturamu |
Biting is the wind upon The sparse bush clover; Even a dewdrop there Sadly, for someone Seems to wait… |
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Sanekata Shū 42
Composed when various people were playing a poem rhyming game in the courtiers’ hall, and I was given ‘footfalls’:
秋の野にしめゆふはぎの露しげみたづねぞわぶるさを鹿のあと
| aki no no ni sime yuFu Fagi no tuyu sigemi tadune zo waburu sawosika no ato |
In the autumn fields The bush clover is garlanded with Dew in such profusion, that Arduous, indeed, it is to trace A stag’s footfalls. |
Kei’un Hyakushu 39
Entō Onhyakushu 43
泣きまさる我が泪にや色變る物思ふ宿の庭のむら萩
| nakimasaru wa ga namida ni ya iro kawaru mono’omou yado no niwa no murahagi |
Shed endlessly, Will my tears Change the hues of My thought-sunk dwelling’s Clump of bush clover in the garden? |
Entō Onhyakushu 40
kogitsune no
On bush-clover.
小狐の何にむせけむ小萩はら
| kogitsune no nani ni musekemu kohagiwara |
The fox-cubs: What do they snuffle for Among the growth of young bush-clover. |