The moon above a ruined hut
浅茅原ぬしなき宿の庭の面にあはれいくよの月かすみけん
asajiwara
nushi naki yado no
niwa no omo ni
aware iku yo no
tsuki kasumiken | On the cogon grass covered plain,
Ownerless, is a hut;
Upon its garden’s face
O, for how many ages has
The moon cast its light? |
あさぢはら露しげき庭の蛬秋ふかきよの月になくなり
asajiwara
tsuyu shigeki niwa no
kirigirisu
aki fukaki yo no
tsuki ni nakunari | A field of cogon-grass,
Dew-drenched, is this garden, where
The crickets,
Deep one autumn night
Cry up to the moon. |
Violets
あさぢ原ゆくへもしらぬのべに出でてふるさと人はすみれつみけり
asajiwara
yukue mo shiranu
nobe ni idete
furusatobito wa
sumire tsumikeri | Gone to cogon grass groves,
Whither I know not,
Out into the meadows
She I knew at my ancient home
Went picking violets. |
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