Kinkai wakashū 500

秋風になびくすすきのほには出でず心みだれてものをおもふかな

akikaze ni
nabiku susuki no
ho ni wa idezu
kokoro midarete
mono o omou kana

In the autumn breeze
The trailing silver-grass has
Not yet burst into bud,
The confusion in my heart
Leaves me sunk in thoughts of gloom!

500

Waka Poetry