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- Kinkaishu
Saoshika no ono ga sumu no no ominaeshi hana ni akazu to ne o ya nakuramu
Is the stag crying aloud because he can never tire of the maidenflower blooming in the meadow where he lives?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hagi ga hana utsuroite yukeba takasago no onoe no shika no nakanu hi zo naki
As the bush clover flowers fade, there is not a day the stags on the peaks of Takasago do not cry.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Asa na asa na tsuyu ni orefusu akihagi no hana fumishidaki shika zo nakunaru
Morning after morning, trampling the autumn clover blossoms bowed and broken by the dew, a stag is crying.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Akihagi no mukashi no tsuyu ni sode nurete furuki magaki ni shika zo nakunaru
My sleeves are wet with the dew of long ago upon the autumn clover, and by the old fence a stag is crying.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Naku shika no koe yori sode ni oku ka tsuyu mono omou koro no aki no yūgure
Did this dew fall on my sleeve from the voice of the crying stag? It is the autumn evening, the season when I brood.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yamada moru io ni shi oreba asa na asa na taezu kikitsuru saoshika no koe
Living in a hut to guard the mountain paddies, I have heard morning after morning, without fail, the voice of the stag.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Karagoromo inaba no tsuyu ni sode nurete mono omoe to mo nareru waga mi ka
My sleeves soaked with the dew of the rice leaves, I have become someone who seems bidden to brood.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ozasawara yowa ni tsuyu fuku akikaze o yaya samushi to ya mushi no nakuramu
Do the insects cry because they find a little cold the autumn wind that blows the dew from the bamboo grass at midnight?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Niwakusa no tsuyu no kazu sou murasame ni yo fukaki mushi no koe zo kanashiki
In the passing shower that adds to the dewdrops on the garden grass, the voices of the insects deep in the night sound so sorrowful.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tanomekoshi hito dani towanu furusato ni tare matsumushi no yowa ni nakuramu
In the old village where even the one who promised to come no longer visits, whom can the pine cricket be waiting for, crying in the middle of the night?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aki fukaku tsuyu samuki yo no kirigirisu tada itazura ni ne o nomi zo naku
Autumn has deepened, and on this night of cold dew the crickets do nothing but cry aloud, all in vain.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Asajiwara tsuyu shigeki niwa no kirigirisu aki fukaki yo no tsuki ni nakunari
In the garden overgrown with cogon grass and heavy with dew, I hear the crickets singing beneath the moon on a deep autumn night.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aki no yo no tsuki no miyako no kirigirisu naku wa mukashi no kage ya koishiki
Crickets of the moonlit capital on an autumn night—do you cry because you long for the vanished forms of long ago?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kirigirisu naku yūgure no akikaze ni ware sae ayana mono zo kanashiki
In the autumn wind of the evening, as the crickets cry, even I, for no reason at all, am filled with sorrow.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kirigirisu yowa no koromo no usuki ue ni itaku wa shimo no okazu mo aranamu
O crickets, your midnight robes are so thin—may the frost not settle on them too heavily.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nobe mireba tsuyujimo samushi kirigirisu yoru no koromo no usuku ya aruramu
When I look at the fields, the frosty dew lies cold—O crickets, might your night robes not be too thin?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo