On blossom.
奥山に棲むといふ鹿の夕さらず妻どふ萩の散らまく惜しも
| wokuyama ni sumu to ipu sika no yopi sarazu tumadopu pagi no tiramaku wosimo |
Deep within the mountains Lives a stag; Every evening He calls upon his bride, the bush clover, but That it is scattered, brings him only regret… |
[One of] two poems by Palace Attendant Ishikawa no Hironari.
妻恋ひに鹿鳴く山辺の秋萩は露霜寒み盛り過ぎゆく
| tumagopi ni sika naku yamabe no aki pagi pa tuyu simo samumi sakarisugiyuku |
Loving his bride A stag cries on the mountains’ edge where The autumn bush clover Chill with dew Has passed its best. |
Ishikawa no Hironari
石川広成
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宮城野の萩や雄鹿の妻ならん花咲きしより声の色なる
| miyagino no Fagi ya wosika no tuma naran Fana sakisi yori kowe no iro naru |
On Miyagi plain Has the bush clover the stag’s Bride become? For since the blossom bloomed His cry takes on its passionate hue. |
Fujiwara no Mototoshi
藤原基俊