あしのははさはべもさやにおく霜のさむきよなよな氷りしにけり
ashi no ha wa
sawabe mo saya ni
oku shimo no
samuki yonayona
kōrishinikeri | Upon the reed-fronds by
The marshside, strikingly
Falls frost—
Cold night after cold night
Has it frozen. |
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夕づくよさはべにたてるあしたづの鳴くねかなしき冬はきにけり
yūzukuyo
sawabe ni tateru
ashitazu no
naku ne kanashiki
fuyu wa kinikeri | On a moonlit night
Arising from the marsh side
The cranes’
Cries tell that sad
Winter has come. |
On ‘fireflies confused in flight—autumn’s already near’.
かきつばたおふるさはべに飛ぶほたる数こそまされ秋やちかけん
kakitsubata
ouru sawabe ni
tobu hotaru
kazu koso masare
aki ya chikaken | Irises
Grow by the marsh where
Fireflies soar—
So many, indeed, their number that
Might autumn be approaching? |
'Simply moving and elegant'
