秋田もるいほにかたしく我が袖に消えあへぬ露のいくへ置きけん
akita moru
io ni katashiku
wa ga sode ni
kie’aenu tsuyu no
ikue okiken | Warding autumn paddies
In a hut, singly spread
Upon my sleeve
Never fading, might the dewdrops
Fall in layer upon layer? |
A poem by Imube no obito Kuromaro
秋田刈る刈廬もいまだ壊たねば雁が音寒し霜も置きぬがに
akita karu
kari ipo mo imada
kopotaneba
kari ga ne samusi
simo mo okinu gani |
Reaping autumn fields
My temporary harvest-hut is yet
To fall, but
The goose calls are so chill that
Frost seems sure to fall… |
Imube no Kuromaro
忌部黒麿
秋田刈る刈廬を作り我が居れば衣手寒く露ぞ置きにける
akita karu
karipo wo tukuri
wa ga woreba
koromode samuku
tuyu zo wokinikeru |
Reaping the autumn fields,
Building a brief hut, and
Resting there,
How chill my sleeves
When the dew falls upon them. |
Anonymous
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