ひとりゆく袖よりおくかおく山のこけのとぼその道の夕つゆ
hitori yuku
sode yori oku ka
okuyama no
koke no toboso no
michi no yūtsuyu | Walking alone,
Is it falling from my sleeves?
Deep within the mountains,
To my hut’s mossy door leads
A path of evening dew… |
When he was composing on the autumn moon.
葎しく庵の庭の夕露を玉にもてなす秋の夜の月
mukurashiku
iori no niwa no
yūzuyu o
tama ni motenasu
aki no yo no tsuki |
Tangled weeds spread around
The garden of my hut;
Evening dew
A garland of jewels
From the moon this autumn night. |
Saigyō
西行
'Simply moving and elegant'
