Kinkai wakashū 548

真こもおふる淀のさは水み草ゐて影しみえねばとふ人もなし

makomo ouru
yodo no sawamizu
mikusa ite
kage shi mieneba
tou hito mo nashi

Wild rice grows
In the murky marsh waters,
Filled with waterweed,
No hint visible, so
No one comes to call at all…

548

Waka Poetry