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Crickets 蛬

秋の野にやどりをすればきりぎりすかたしく袖の下に鳴くなり

aki no no ni
yadori o sureba
kirigirisu
katashiku sode no
shita ni nakunari

When on the plains in autumn
I make my lodging
The crickets
From beneath my single spread sleeve
Do cry.

Kanemasa

Waka Poetry