Mitarashi | Waka Poetry

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はるごとにきみしかよはばかすがののやちよのまつもかれじとぞおもふ

haru goto ni
kimi shi kayowaba
kasugano no
yachiyo no matsu mo
kareji to zo omou

Should every single spring
My Lady visit here,
On Kasuga Plain
The pines, eight thousand ages old
Would never wither, I feel!

Left (Win)

かすがのにはるはかよはむわがためにまつこころありてよはひますなり

kasugano ni
haru wa kayowamu
wa ga tame ni
matsu kokoro arite
yowai masu nari

To Kasuga Plain
Where spring is wont to come
For my sake, then
Should the pines be a mind to tarry with me
How exceeding old would I become.

Right

かすがののまつしかれずはみたらしのみづもながれてたえじとぞおもふ

kasugano no
matsu shi karezu wa
mitarashi no
mizu mo nagarete
taeji to zo omou

On Kasuga Plain
The pines will wither never, for
The Mitarashi’s
Water’s flow, too,
Will never cease, I feel.

Love

Left

恋せじと御手洗川に御祓して神うけつらんとおもほゆるかな

koi seji to
mitarashigawa ni
oharaishite
kami uketsuran to
omohoyuru kana

I’ll not fall in love, and
At the River Mitarashi
Purify myself—
Would the gods then accept me,
I wonder!

恋なれどそこにもすまぬひれはみづにごれりとおもほゆるかな

koi naredo
soko ni mo sumanu
hire wa mizu
nigoreri to
omohoyuru kana

This is love, yet
The deeps are all disturbed, with
Fins the waters
Clouding,
I feel!

こひわたる程のふかさにそめ川の色あさからじとおもほゆるかな

koiwataru
hodo no fukasa ni
somekawa no
iro asakaraji to
omohoyuru kana

So long have I loved you that
The depths of
Dyers’ River have
Lost their pale hues
I feel!

Right

おもふとて夕ぐれがたのながめをや人待つほどの恋といふらん

omou tote
yūguregata no
nagame o ya
hito matsu hodo no
koi to iuran

Thinking of him
As evening draws on, and
I gaze on long rains falling; is
Time pining for a man
Being in love, I wonder?

年の内にあまる月日の有りければかぞへのうちにははわぶるかな

toshi no uchi ni
amaru tsuki hi no
arikereba
kazoe no uchi ni
haha waburu kana

Throughout the year
The days and months mount up
So
Counting them
My mother grieves!

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