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- Sankashu
Tsuki yadoru onaji ukine no nami ni shimo sode shioru beki chigiri arikeru
Even here, on the waves where the moon lodges and I too sleep afloat in sorrow, there was, it seems, a bond of fate that my sleeves must be soaked with tears.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Miyako nite tsuki o aware to omoishi wa kazu yori hoka no susabi narikeri
When I thought the moon so moving back in the capital, it was, I now see, a mere pastime of no account at all.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Oki kakete yae no shioji o yuku fune wa hoka ni zo kikishi hatsukari no koe
On the boat sailing out over the many-layered sea-roads, I heard the cries of the first wild geese of the year in a place quite unlike any other.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yokogumo no kaze ni wakaruru shinonome ni yama tobikoyuru hatsukari no koe
At daybreak, as the trailing clouds drift apart from the peaks in the wind, the cries of the first wild geese come flying over the mountains.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Karasuba ni kaku tamazusa no kokochi shite kari nakiwataru yūyami no sora
It feels like a letter written on a crow's black feather, as the wild geese cry their way across the sky in the gathering dark.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shirakumo o tsubasa ni kakete yuku kari no kadota no omo no tomo shitau nari
Bearing the white clouds on their wings as they fly, the wild geese seem to be crying in longing for their companions on the paddy before the gate.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tamazusa no tsuzuki wa miede karigane no koe koso kiri ni ketarezarikere
The line of the geese, like the strokes of a letter, cannot be seen through the mist; only their cries have not been blotted out by it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sorairo no konata o ura ni tatsu kiri no omote ni kari no kakuru tamazusa
The rising mist, lined on this side with the color of the sky, is a sheet on whose outer face the wild geese hang their letter.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Uzura naku ori ni shi nareba kiri komete aware sabishiki Fukakusa no sato
Now that the season has come when the quails cry, the mist hangs everywhere, and the village of Fukakusa lies so lonely and forlorn.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nagori ōki mutsugoto tsukite kaeriyuku hito o ba kiri mo tachihedatekeri
Our intimate talk, so hard to end, is over at last, and now the mist too has risen to screen from view the one who is going home.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tachikomuru kiri no shita ni mo uzumorete kokoro haresenu miyamabe no sato
Buried beneath the mist that settles over everything, this village by the deep mountains is a place where my heart can never clear.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yo o komete take no amido ni tatsu kiri no hareba yagate ya aken to suran
Since deep in the night the mist has hung about my woven bamboo door; when it clears, will the dawn come right away?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shidari saku hagi no furue ni kaze kakete sugaisugai ni ojika naku nari
When the wind blows over the old branches of the drooping bush clover, the stags seem to call one after another in its wake.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hagi ga e no tsuyu tamezu fuku akikaze ni ojika naku nari Miyagino no hara
In the autumn wind that sweeps the dew from the bush clover sprays without letting it stay, the stags are calling on the moor of Miyagino.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yomosugara tsuma koikanete naku shika no namida ya nobe no tsuyu to naruran
All night long the deer cries, unable to bear his longing for his mate; can it be his tears that have become the dew on the moor?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Saranu dani aki wa mono nomi kanashiki o namida moyoosu saoshika no koe
Even without it, autumn is nothing but sadness, and now the call of the stag draws out my tears still more.
Sankashu - Saigyō