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おほぞらの心ぞまどふめにみえてわかるる秋ををしむわがみは
| ōzora no kokoro zo madou me ni miete wakaruru aki o oshimu wa ga mi wa | The heavens’ Heart lies confused Before my eyes; Departing autumn Leaves me with with nothing but regret. |
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とどむれどとまらぬ秋ををしむとて心にはかるなをやたちなん
| todomuredo tomaranu aki o oshimu tote kokoro ni wa karu na o ya tachinan | I would have it linger, yet It will not—autumn, I regret so Within my heart, briefly Should I call it that? |
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あきごとにさかずはあらねど女郎花散りゆくことはをしくぞありける
| aki goto ni sakazu wa aranedo ominaeshi chiriyuku koto wa oshiku zo arikeru | Every single autumn, It’s not that you bloom not, yet O, maidenflowers, That you scatter away I regret, indeed! |
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めにみえてわかるる秋ををしまめやおほぞらのみぞながめらるらん
| me ni miete wakaruru aki o oshimame ya ōzora nomi zo nagameraruran | Before my eyes Autumn is departing— Should I regret it, or Simply to the heavens, alone, Ever turn my gaze? |
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雁のねは風にきほひてわたれどもわが待つ人のことづてぞなき
| kari no ne wa kaze ni kioite wataredomo wa ga matsu hito no kotozute zo naki | The goose cries Competing with the wind Come across, yet From the man I’m waiting for There is no word at all… |
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大空をとりかへすとも見えなくにほしかとみゆる秋の草かな
| ōzora o torikaesu tomo mienaku ni hoshi ka to miyuru aki no kusa kana | The heavens Claimed back, they Do not appear to be, yet Somehow, they seem like stars: These autumn grasses! |
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春ながら年はくれなん散る花ををしと鳴くなる鶯のこゑ
| haru nagara toshi wa kurenan chiru hana o oshi to nakunaru uguisu no koe | ‘Tis spring, but The year draws to an end; ‘The scattering blossom I regret!’ sings The warbler’s song. |
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大空をおほふばかりの袖もがな春咲く花を風にまかせじ
| ōzora o ōu bakari no sode mogana haru saku hana o kaze ni makaseji | If only the heavens I could simply cover With my sleeves, then The blossoms blooming in springtime I’d not abandon to the wind! |
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[1] Shinsen man’yōshū 35; Shinchokusenshū II: 88.
[2] Shinsen man’yōshū 263.
When His Majesty was particularly impressed by his reply, and presented him with two rolls of silk.
きのふまでうらみしかぜはおほぞらのうきくもはらふつかひなりけり
| kinō made uramishi kaze wa ōzora no ukikumo harau tsukai narikeri | Until yesterday I did despise the wind: The heavens Sweeping clear of drifting clouds – That was its task. |
Mibu no Tadami