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なにごともゆきて祈らむと思ひしに神無月にもなりにけるかな
| nani goto mo yukite inoramu to omoFisi ni kaminaduki ni mo narinikeru kana |
For all my needs I would go to pray Or so I thought, but The Godless Month Is already upon me, it seems. |
Sone no Yoshitada
曾禰好忠
Composed on hailstones in the deep mountains.
はし鷹の白斑に色やまがふらんとがへる山に霰ふるらし
| Fasitaka no siraFu ni iro ya magaFuran togaFeru yama ni arare Fururasi |
For a sparrowhawk’s White-speckled tail the colour Might be mistaken; In moult, upon the mountains Hailstones fall, it seems. |
Minister of the Treasury [Ōe no] Masafusa
When snow was falling between the mountains.
あしひきの山ゐに降れる白雪はすれる衣の心地こそすれ
| asiFiki no yamawi ni Fureru sirayuki Fa sureru koromo no kokoti koso sure |
Leg-wearying Between the indigo mountains fall White snowflakes: Robes dyed that hue Spark such feelings. |
Ise
伊勢
Her reply:
涙さへ時雨にそひてふるさとは紅葉の色も濃さまさりけり
| namida saFe sigure ni soFite Furusato Fa momidi no iro mo kosa masarikeri | Ever my tears Fall with the showers; At my ancient home, The lustre of the scarlet leaves Is deepest of all. |
Ise
伊勢
Going to her house when Ise was living away from home, he attached a poem to some autumn leaves and sent it to her.
人住まず荒れたるやどを來て見れば今ぞ木の葉は錦織りける
| Fito sumazu aretaru yado wo kite mireba ima zo ko no Fa Fa nisiki worikeru | She lives no more At this overgrown house I have come to gaze upon, but Now, the leaves upon the trees Weave a fine brocade. |
The Biwa Minister of the Right, [Fujiwara no Nakahira (875-945)]
