Kinkai wakashū 271

あまのはらふりさけみれば月きよみ秋のよいたくふけにけるかな

ama no hara
furisake mireba
tsuki kiyomi
aki no yo itaku
fukenikeru kana

When upon the plain of Heaven,
Upwards, I turn my gaze,
Pure is the moon
On this autumn night so
Late it is!

Waka Poetry