Eikyū hyakushu 276

目もかれずまもる山田のいなづまのひかりにふれてただならずみゆ

me mo karezu
mamoru yamada no
inazuma no
hikari ni furete
tada narazu miyu

Still fresh to my eyes,
The mountain fields I ward
By lightning’s
Light are brushed, and
Appear again anew.

Toshiyori

Waka Poetry