玉鉾の朝行く道の小笹原わくるもす裾に霜冴えにけり
| tamahoko no asa yuku michi no ozasawara wakuru mo suso ni shimo saenikeri |
Jewelled-spear straight My morning’s path through The groves of young broad-leaved bamboo; Forging through upon my hem How chill lies the frost! |
Higo