いもがかみうつをざさののはなれごまたはれにけらしあはぬ思へば
imo ga kami
utsu ozasano no
hanaregoma
tawarenikerashi
awanu omoeba | My darling’s hair
Whips, on the dwarf-bamboo plains
A wayward mount—
Fallen, it seems,
Thinking we will fail to meet… |
Dwarf Bamboo 小篠
あさまだきをざさが原を分けゆけば露けぎ袖を人やとがめん
asa madaki
ozasa ga hara o
wakeyukeba
tsuyukeki sode o
hito ya togamen | Just before the break of dawn
Through a grove of dwarf bamboo
Do I forge my way, so
Will my dew-drenched sleeves
By folk be condemned? |
Daishin
Dwarf Bamboo 小篠
露しげきをざさが原を分けゆけば衣のすそになびくしら玉
tsuyu shigeki
ozasa ga hara o
wakeyukeba
koromo no suso ni
nabiku shiratama | Drenched with dew is
This grove of dwarf bamboo through which
I forge my way, so
My garment’s hems
Trail white gemlets. |
Higo
'Simply moving and elegant'