Eikyū hyakushu 292

Scented Grasses 草香

秋の野の花分けゆけば草草の香うつりぬらん我が衣手に

aki no no no
hana wakeyukeba
kusagusa no
kō utsurinuran
wa ga koromode ni

When, in the autumn meadows,
I forge through the blooms
The grasses’
Scent does seem to shift
To my sleeves.

Kanemasa

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