A poem composed when deep in melancholy thought.
打つ田には稗はしあまたありといへど選えし我れぞ夜をひとり寝る
utu ta ni pa
pie pa si amata
ari to ipedo
eraesi ware zo
yo wo pitori nuru | Out in the paddies
Barnyard millet is there plenty
They do say, yet
I, singled out for dessertion
Do spend my nights sleeping alone. |
Hie
Composed on paddy fields.
足引の山田作る子秀でずとも縄だに延へよ守ると知るがね
asipiki no
yamada tukuru ko
pidezu tomo
napa dani paeyo
mori to siru gane |
The leg-straining
Moutain paddies’ offspring
Have yet to show, but
At least string ropes there, so
All know they are warded! |
秋返へすさや田に立てる稲草の根ごとにも身を恨みつるかな
aki kaFesu
saya ta ni tateru
inakusa no
ne goto ni mo mi wo
uramituru kana |
Autumn bends back,
Standing rustling in the paddies
The rice-stems –
Every root embedded
With my despite! |
Minamoto no Toshiyori
源俊頼
Left (Tie).
早苗より穂にいづるまで守る田をかりにのみこそ人は見えけれ
sanaFe yori
Fo ni iduru made
mamoru ta wo
kari ni nomi koso
Fito Fa miekere | From seedlings
Until ripened ears appear,
Warding the paddies,
Only briefly, then,
Can folk be seen! |
Anonymous
13
Right.
秋の田に並みよる稲は山川に水ひきうゑし早苗なりけり
aki no ta ni
nami yoru ine Fa
yamagaFa ni
midu Fiki’uwesi
sanaFe narikeri | In the autumn fields
Waves run through the ripening rice;
From a mountain stream
Drawn up, the waters
Seedlings have become… |
Yori’ie
頼家
14
'Simply moving and elegant'
