あまのはらふりさけみればますかがみきよき月よに雁鳴きわたる
| ama no hara furisakemireba masukagami kiyoki tsukiyo ni kari nakiwataru | When, upon the plain of Heaven I upwards turn my gaze, Across the clear mirror of A pure moonlit night The geese go crying as they cross. |
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On geese flying over a place where the blossom was scattering, for a folding screen picture.
雁がねのかへる翅にかをるなり花をうらむる春の山かぜ
| kari ga ne no kaeru tubasa ni kaoru nari hana o uramuru haru no yamakaze | Geese cry, as Homeward bound, their wings Are fragrant with Blossom borne by the regretful Mountain breeze in springtime. |
Kinkai wakashū 103
It must have been around the twentieth day of the Second Month, I think, when I was alone and gazing at the sky one evening as the new greenery was emerging in the north, and I composed this on hearing a goose call.
ながめつつおもふもかなしかへるかりゆくらんかたの夕ぐれの空
| nagametsutsu omou mo kanashi kaeru kari yukuran kata no yūgure no sora | Ever gazing, My thoughts are filled with sadness, as Returning geese Go out into The twilight skies. |
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ふるさとにかすみとびわけゆくかりはたびのそらにやはるをすぐらむ
| furusato ni kasumi tobiwake yuku kari wa tabi no sora ni ya haru o suguramu | Above an ancient estate Flying through the parting haze Go the geese: In the skies they journey through, I wonder, will they pass the springtime? |
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ちるはなをぬきしとめねばあをやぎのいとはよるともかひやなからむ
| chiru hana o nukishi tomeneba aoyagi no ito wa yoru tomo kai ya nakaramu | The scattered blossom Has been pierced, but not stayed, so, The green willow’s Threaded fronds are spun together, yet It useless seems… |
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‘“Sewn but not halted”—it really does seem so.’