真砂ちる吹上の浜のあかぬ色を都の春とおもはましかは
masago chiru
fugiage no hama no
akanu iro o
miyako no haru to
omowamashi ka wa | Fair sands scatter
Blown up the beach at Fukiage,
Whose hues can never sate—
The capital in springtime
Do I wish that they would be? |
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Recited aloud on the rising sun at Ōtsu beach.
きみがよはおほつのはまのまさごもてかずととるともつきじとぞ思ふ
kimi ga yo wa
ōtsu no hama no
masago mote
kazu to toru tomo
tsukiji to zo omou | My Lord’s reign: though
On Ōtsu beach should
The fair sands
Be numbered,
Shall never end, I feel. |
Ōe no Masafusa
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