久かたのあまの河原にすむたづも心にもあらぬねをや鳴くらん
hisakata no
ama no kawara ni
sumu tazu mo
kokoro ni mo aranu
ne o ya nakuran | By the eternal
Riverside of Heaven,
Dwell cranes—do they, too,
Reft of all sense
Simply cry? |
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As a moon poem
月きよみ秋のよいたくふけにけりさほの川原に千鳥しばなく
tsuki kiyomi
aki no yo itaku
fukenikeri
sao no kawara ni
chidori shiba naku | Pure is the moon
On this autumn night so
Late;
From the riverside at Sao
Piercing are the plovers’ cries. |
秋風に夜のふけゆけば久かたの天のかはらに月かたぶきぬ
akikaze ni
yo no fukeyukeba
hisakata no
ama no kawara ni
tsuki katabukinu | With the autumn breeze
The night wears on, so
Toward eternal
Heaven’s riverside
The moon is setting. |
いまはしもわかれもすらし棚機のあまの河原にたづぞ鳴くなる
ima wa shimo
wakare mo surashi
tanabata no
ama no kawara ni
tazu zo nakunaru | Now, above all painful
Parting does seem to be for
The Weaver Maid
On Heaven’s riverside
The cranes are a’crying. |
ひこぼしのゆきあひをまつ久かたのあまのかはらに秋風ぞふく
hikoboshi no
yukiai o matsu
hisakata no
ama no kawara ni
akikaze zo fuku | Where the Herd Boy, the stars’
Alignment awaits, upon
The eternal
Heaven’s riverside
The autumn wind is blowing. |
久かたの天の河原をうちながめいつかとまちし秋も来にけり
hisakata no
ama no kawara o
uchinagame
itsuka to machishi
aki mo kinikeri | Upon eternal
Heaven’s riverside
Did I gaze—
Eagerly have I awaited
Autumn’s arrival, too. |
Autumn breezes.
ながむれば衣手さむし夕づくよさほの川原の秋のはつ風
nagamureba
koromode samushi
yūzukuyo
sao no kawara no
aki no hatsukaze | When I gaze out,
How chill my sleeves,
On the evening of a moonlit night
Along the Sao riverside, from
The first breeze of autumn. |
When various people went to view the scarlet leaves by the Ōi River in the Tenth Month.
大井河かはべのもみぢちらぬまはとなせのきしにながゐしぬべし
ōigawa
kawabe no momiji
chiranu ma wa
tonase no kishi ni
nagainubeshi | On the Ōi River’s
Riverside the scarlet leaves
Have yet to scatter, so
At Tonase’s bank
I would linger long. |
Created with Soan.
A chrysanthemum from the River Saho, in Nara.
千鳥ゆゑ佐保の川べを求め来れば水底霧りて咲ける花かも
tidori yuwe
saFo no kaFabe wo
tomekureba
minasoko kirite
sakeru Fana kamo |
Even though the plovers
To the riverside at Saho
Have come seeking,
The waters’ depths are misted
By the flowers’ blooming! |
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