野べみればまだやかなくにさわらびのおどろの下にもえ出でにけり
nobe mireba
mada yakanaku ni
sawarabi no
odoro no shita ni
moe’idenikeri | When I gaze across the plain,
‘Tis not yet even burnt, but
Fresh bracken
Beneath the thickets has
Smouldered into bud. |
Ryūgen 隆源
春くれどをる人もなき早蕨はいつかおどろにならむとすらん
haru kuredo
oru hito mo naki
sawarabi wa
itsuka odoro ni
naramu to suran | Spring has come, yet
There’s not a soul to pick
Fresh bracken,
Sometime a thicket
Will become. |
[Minamoto no] Toshiyori 俊頼
'Simply moving and elegant'