Reaped Rice Fields 稂田
よしさらばおもふひつちのかしげつつ物にもならでしもかれねとや
| yoshi saraba omou hitsuchi no kashigetsutsu mono ni mo narade shimogarene to ya | I care not! That’s what I feel – the stubble, Ever bent down And coming to nothing: I wonder, will it avoid the burn of frost? |
Toshiyori