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Bell Crickets 鈴虫

秋をへてかはらざりけりあをによしふるき都のすず虫の声

aki o hete
kawarazarikeri
ao ni yosi
furuki miyako no
suzumushi no koe

As autumn passes by,
Never changing,
The good blue-black clay of
The ancient capital, where
Bell crickets sing.

Higo

Waka Poetry