A hut among the rice-fields in autumn
山田もるいほにしをればあさなあさなたえずききつる棹鹿の声
yamada moru
io ni shi oreba
asana asana
taezu kiktsuru
saoshika no koe | When warding mountain paddies,
In a hut am I,
Each and every morning
Ceaselessly I heard
The belling of the stags. |
あさなあさな露にをれふす秋はぎの花ふみしだき鹿ぞなくなる
asana asana
tsuyu ni orefusu
akihagi no
hana fumishidaki
shika zo nakunaru | Each and every single morn
The dewfall burdens to breaking
The autumn bush clover
Blooms, crushed under foot by
The belling stags. |
'Simply moving and elegant'
