かれはてむ後しのべとや夏草のふかくは人のたのめおきけむ
| karehatemu nochi shinobe to ya natsukusa no fukaku wa hito no tanome okikemu | ‘When all is withered and gone, Think fondly of me still!’—is that why As summer grasses Deeply, she has Such expectations on me? |
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Kanpyō no ōntoki kisai no miya uta’awase 39
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夏草も夜の間は露にいこふらむ常にこがるる我ぞかなしき
| natsukusa mo yo no ma wa tsuyu ni ikouramu tsune ni kogaruru ware zo kanashiki | Upon the summer grasses Throughout the night do dewdrops Seem to rest, and Ever smouldering, I feel sad, indeed! |
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ながめつつ人まつをりによぶこ鳥いづかたへとか立ちかへりなく
| nagametsutsu hito matsu ori ni yobukodori izukata e to ka tachikaerinaku | Always I gaze out While waiting for him; O, songbird! Whither are you bound? Trilling back and forth… |
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Kanpyō no ōntoki kisai no miya uta’awase 26
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夏の風我が袂にしつつまればおもはむ人のつとにしてまし
| natsu no kaze wa ga tamoto ni shi tsutsumareba omowamu hito no tsuto ni shitemashi | The summer breeze Within my sleeves Has become entangled, so For the one I’m longing for I would take it as a gift. |
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なつ草のしげき思ひは蚊遣火の下にのみこそもえ渡りけれ
| natsukusa no shigeki omoi wa kayaribi no shita ni nomi koso moewatarikere | As summer grasses Lush my fires of passion: as Mosquito smudges, Beneath they simply Burn everywhere. |
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[1] Shinchokusenshū XII: 709/Shinsen man’yōshū 79
Kanpyō no ōntoki kisai no miya uta’awase 22
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空蝉の侘びしきものを夏草の露にかかれる身にこそ有りけれ
| utsusemi no wabishiki mono o natsukusa no tsuyu ni kakareru mi ni koso arikere | A cicada’s empty shell Is so sorrowful; To a stalk of summer grass, All draped with dewdrops, It’s form does cling. |
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なつの夜の月はほどなく明けながらあしたの間をぞかこちよせける
| natsu no yo no tsuki wa hodonaku akenagara ashita no ma o zo kakochiyosekeru | On a summer night, The moon lacks time To brighten, so It will do it on the morrow— That is its excuse! |
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SCSS XII: 709
A poem from the Poetry Contest held by the Dowager Empress during the Reign of the Kanpyō Emperor.
なつ草のしげき思ひは蚊遣火の下にのみこそもえ渡りけれ
| natsukusa no shigeki omoi wa kayaribi no shita ni nomi koso moewatarikere | As summer grasses Lush my fires of passion: as Mosquito smudges, Beneath they simply Burn everywhere. |
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