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たごのうらにうち出でてみればしろたへのふじのたかねに雪はふりつつ
tago no ura ni uchi’idete mireba shirotae no fuji no takane ni yuki wa furitsutsu | From the bay at Tago I see, when gazing out, White as mulberry cloth On the heights of Fuji’s peak— The snow is ever falling. |
Akahito
Created with Soan.
Composed when he had gone to the bay at Tago.
たごの浦の風ものどけき春の日は霞ぞ浪に立ちかはりける
tago no ura no kaze mo nodokeki haru no hi wa kasumi zo nami ni tachikawarikeru | Upon the bay at Tago The wind is gentle, as is The springtime sun— Into haze the waves Turn as they break. |
The Monk Dōin
Summer
Left
夏くればかみにあふひの草つみてかざしにいのるひとにばかりぞ
natsu kureba kami ni aoi no kusa tsumite kazashi ni inoru hito ni bakari zo | When the summer comes For the God, hollyhocks Are plucked, and for a Prayer placed in the hair of All folk, every one! |
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夏草も茂りにければ駿河なる田子のうらなへ今やひくらん
natsu kusa mo shigerinikereba suruga naru tago no ura nae ima ya hikuran | The summer grasses, too, Have grown lush, so As Suruga’s Tago Bay, Do they now extend their charm? |
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夏虫のやどるにまつは色ならで春秋空にうつろひやする
natsumushi no yadoru ni matsu wa iro narade haru aki sora ni utsuroi ya suru | The summer insects Lodge upon the pines Unchanging hues; Is it the spring and autumn skies Which fade away? |
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Right
卯花の咲く夏の夜はやみなれどかきねにやどる月かとぞみる
u no hana no saku natsu no yo wa yami naredo kakine ni yadoru tsuki ka to zo miru | The deutzia flowers Bloom upon a summer night ‘Tis dark, yet Lodged upon my brushwood fence I wonder if I see the moon? |
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五月きぬことかたらはむほととぎす君にあふちの花も咲きけり
satsuki kinu koto katarawamu hototogisu kimi ni auchi no hana mo sakikeri | That the Fifth Month has come Is announced by The cuckoo: For you, the chinaberry Blossoms, too, have bloomed. |
11
空蝉のからにはあらで置く露の身をあらたむる心なるべし
utsusemi no kara ni wa arade oku tsuyu no mi o aratamuru kokoro narubeshi | A cicada’s shed Shell I am not, for The dripping dew Does refresh my flesh, or So my heart seems to feel. |
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するがなるたごの浦浪たたぬひはあれども君をこひぬ日ぞなき
suruga naru
tago no uranami
tatanu Fi Fa
aredomo kimi wo
koFinu Fi Fa nasi |
In Suruga
At Tago beach the waves
Break not, on the odd day,
But you:
Never comes the day I do not love you. |
Anonymous
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