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. |
Created with Soan.
Composed for Archbishop Henjō and sent to him.
桜花ちらばちらなむちらずとて古里人の来ても見なくに
sakurabana tiraba tiranamu tirazu tote Furusatobito no kite mo minaku ni | O, cherry blossom! If you are to scatter, then I would you did, For should you say you’ll not, then My old friend, Might come, and see it not… |
Prince Koresada
'Simply moving and elegant'