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Zithers 筝

まつかぜの吹くにかよひてことの音は秋のしらべの身にもしむかな

matsukaze no
fuku ni kayoite
koto no ne wa
aki no shirabe no
mi ni mo shimu kana

The wind through pine trees
Blowing blending with
A zither’s notes—
The melodies of autumn
Do pierce my soul!

Daishin

Waka Poetry