靡かずは又やは神に手向くべき思へば悲し和歌の浦浪
| nabikazu wa mata ya wa kami ni tamukubeki omoeba kanashi waka no uranami |
If he is heedless Should I yet to the god Make offerings? When I think on it, how sad are The waves in Waka Bay – the path of poetry |
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Entō Onhyakushu 99
Entō Onhyakushu 98
とへかしな大宮人の情あらばさすがに玉の緒絶えせぬ身を
| toekashi na ômiyabito no nasake araba sasuga ni tama no o daesenu mi wo |
I would they came enquiring, Had the courtiers A care for me; For, indeed, the jewelled Belt, that is my life, will never break. |
Entō Onhyakushu 97
我こそは新嶋守よ隠岐の海のあらき浪風心して吹け
| ware koso wa niishimamori yo oki no umi no araki nami kaze kokoroshite fuke |
I am to be The new warden of this isle! Upon the seas around Oki, O, wild winds, Blow with care! |
Entō Onhyakushu 96
思ふらんさても心や慰むと都鳥だにあらば問はまし
| omouran sate mo kokoro ya nagusamu to miyakodori dani araba towamashi |
I wonder, do you think of me? And does that your heart Beguile? Were a miyakodori Here, I would ask it. |
Entō Onhyakushu 95
故郷の苔の岩橋いかばかりをのれ荒ても戀わたるらん
| furusato no koke no iwabashi ika bakari onore aretemo koiwataruran |
My ancient home’s Moss-hung stone-built bridges: What has become of you? Even though you fall to ruin, Shall I long for you, on and on. |
Entō Onhyakushu 94
とにかくに人の心も見え果てぬ憂きや野守の鏡なるらん
| to ni kaku ni hito no kokoro mo miehatenu uki ya nokami no kagami naruran |
In some way Into men’s hearts I have seen all. As cold as a field warder’s Mirror, perhaps? |
Entō Onhyakushu 93
ことづてむ都までもし誘はればあなしの風にまがふ村雲
| kotozutemu miyako made moshi sasowareba anashi no kaze ni magau murakumo |
O, take me a message! If up to the capital You are invited, Western wind Blown flock of cloud! |
Entō Onhyakushu 92
憂しとだに岩波高き吉野河よしや世中思ひ捨てゝき
| ushi to dani iwanami takaki yoshinogawa yoshi ya yo no naka omoisuteteki |
‘All is heartless!’, I would say – Waves crashing over the rocks In Yoshino River ? And so, and so, upon this world I’ll think no more! |
Entō Onhyakushu 91
晴れやらぬ身の憂き雲を嘆くまに我世の月の影やふけなん
| hareyaranu mi no uki kumo wo nageku ma ni wa ga yo no tsuki no kage ya fukenan |
No clearing Of the drifting clouds above me, and In this time of grief Will my moon’s Light ever strengthen? |