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'
