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Satsukiyami obotsukanaki ni hototogisu fukaki mine yori nakite izunari
In the murky dark of the fifth month, I hear the hototogisu come forth singing from the deep peaks.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Satsukiyami kannabiyama no hototogisu tsumagoi surashi naku ne kanashimo
In the fifth-month dark, the hototogisu of Kannabi Mountain must be longing for its mate—how sad its singing sounds.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Satsukiyami sayo fukenurashi hototogisu kannabiyama ni ono ga tsuma yobu
In the fifth-month dark the night must now be deep—on Kannabi Mountain the hototogisu is calling for its mate.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hototogisu naku koe ayana satsukiyami kiku hito nashimi ame wa furitsutsu
How futile the hototogisu's singing is—in the fifth-month dark, with no one to hear, the rain keeps falling.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ashihiki no yama hototogisu kogakurete me ni koso miene oto no sayakesa
Hidden among the trees, the mountain hototogisu cannot be seen—yet how clear its voice rings out!
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ashihiki no yama hototogisu miyama idete yo fukaki tsuki no kage ni nakunari
The mountain hototogisu has left the deep hills, and I hear it singing in the light of the late-night moon.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ariake no tsuki wa irinuru ko no ma yori yama hototogisu nakite izunari
From among the trees where the dawn moon has just set, I hear the mountain hototogisu come forth, singing.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Samidare ni yo no fukeyukeba hototogisu hitori yamabe o nakite sugunari
As night deepens in the early-summer rains, I hear the hototogisu pass singing, all alone, along the hills.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Samidare no tsuyu mo mada hinu okuyama no maki no hagakure naku hototogisu
In the deep hills, where the dew of the early-summer rain has not yet dried, the hototogisu sings hidden among the leaves of the cedars.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Samidare no kumo no kakareru makimuku no hibara ga mine ni naku hototogisu
On the peak of the cypress groves of Makimuku, hung with the clouds of the early-summer rain, the hototogisu sings.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Katsuragi ya takama no yama no hototogisu kumoi no yoso ni nakiwatarunari
The hototogisu of Mount Takama in Katsuragi—I hear it singing as it crosses far beyond the clouds.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tamakushige hakone no yama no hototogisu mukau no sato ni asa na asa na naku
The hototogisu of the Hakone mountains sings morning after morning in the village over the way.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Satsukiyama kodakaki mine no hototogisu tasogaredoki no sora ni nakunari
From the peak of tall trees on the fifth-month mountain, I hear the hototogisu singing in the twilight sky.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Minahito no na o shimo yobu ka hototogisu nakunaru koe no sato o toyomuru
Is the hototogisu calling everyone by name? Its singing voice rings through the whole village.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hototogisu kikedomo akazu tachibana no hana chiru sato no samidare no koro
However long I listen to the hototogisu I never tire of it—in the village where orange blossoms fall, in the season of the early-summer rains.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Inishie o shinobu to nashi ni furusato no yūbe no ame ni niou tachibana
Though I do not mean to dwell on the past, in the old village, in the evening rain, the mandarin orange blossoms breathe their fragrance.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo