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Mizu nashi to kikite furinishi Katsumata no ike aratamuru samidare no koro
The pond of Katsumata, long said to be waterless and grown old with neglect, is renewed and filled again in this season of early summer rain.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Samidare wa yukubeki michi no ate mo nashi ozasa ga hara mo uki ni nagarete
In the early summer rains I cannot tell where the road I should take might be, for even the meadow of bamboo grass has turned to mire and is washing away.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Samidare wa yamada no aze no takimakura kazu o kasanete otsuru narikeri
In the early summer rains, the water spilling over the ridges of the terraced mountain fields falls in little cascades, one stacked upon another all the way down.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kawabata no yodomi ni tomaru nagareki no ukihashi watasu samidare no koro
Driftwood carried down and caught in the still pools by the riverbank lies like a floating bridge laid across the water in this season of early summer rain.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Omowazu ni ana tsurinikuki kogawa kana satsuki no ame ni mizu masaritsutsu
Before I knew it, this little stream has become so hard to fish in, its waters rising and rising with the rains of the Fifth Month.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kaze o nomi hana naki yado wa machimachite izumi no sue o mata musubu kana
In my house with no flowers, I wait and wait only for a cool breeze, and once again scoop up the water that flows down from my neighbor's spring.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Mizu no oto ni atsusa wasururu matoi kana kozue no semi no koe mo magirete
How pleasant this gathering, where the sound of the water makes us forget the heat, and even the cicadas crying in the treetops are lost in it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Somabito no kure ni yado karu kokochi shite iori o tataku kuina narikeri
It sounded like a woodsman knocking at dusk to ask for a night's lodging, but the one tapping at my hermitage was a water rail.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Natsuyama no yūshitakaze no suzushisa ni nara no kokage no tatama uki kana
In the summer hills, the evening breeze beneath the trees is so cool that I am reluctant to leave the shade of the oak.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kakiwakete oreba tsuyu koso koborekere asaji ni majiru nadeshiko no hana
When I parted the grass and plucked it, how the dew spilled down from the wild pink blooming among the low cogon grass!
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tsuyu omomi sono no nadeshiko ika naran araku mietsuru yūdachi no sora
Weighed down with dew, how is the pink in the garden faring? The sky of the evening shower looked so fierce.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Mimakusa ni hara no osusuki shigau tote fushido asenu to shika omouran
Since the little pampas grass of the meadow is being cut for horse fodder, the deer must be thinking that its bed has been spoiled.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tabibito no wakuru natsuno no kusa shigemi hazue ni suge no ogasa hazurete
The grass grows so thick in the summer field the traveler makes his way through that only his little sedge hat shows above the tips of the blades.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hibari agaru ōno no chihara natsu kureba suzumu kokage o tazunete zo yuku
Across the broad fields of cogon grass where skylarks soar in spring, now that summer has come, I go on my way seeking a shady tree to cool myself.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tomoshi suru hogushi no matsu mo kaenaku ni shika me awasede akasu natsu no yo
The pine brand on the torch stand has not even been changed once, and the summer night has dawned without the hunter once meeting the eyes of a deer.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Natsu no yo wa shino no kotake no fushi chikami soyo ya hodo naku akuru narikeri
A summer night, like the slender bamboo with its joints set so close together, rustles by, and yes, it is over and dawn has come almost at once.
Sankashu - Saigyō