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- Sankashu
Yamaoroshi ni shika no ne taguu yūgure ni mono kanashi to wa iu ni ya aruran
At dusk, when the stag's call comes along with the wind sweeping down from the mountains, is this what people mean when they say a thing is sad?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shika mo wabu sora no keshiki mo shigure meri kanashikare tomo nareru aki kana
The deer too are crying forlornly, and the sky looks as if it will turn to showers; autumn has become a season that seems to bid us all be sad.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nani to naku sumamahoshiku zo omōyuru shika aware naru aki no yamazato
For no particular reason, I find myself wishing to live here, in this mountain village in autumn where the deer cry so movingly.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ojika naku Ogura no yama no suso chikami tada hitori sumu waga kokoro kana
Living close to the foot of Mount Ogura, where the stags call, I dwell all alone, and my heart grows clear and still.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yo o nokosu nezame ni kiku zo aware naru Yumeno no shika mo kaku ya nakuran
How moving it is to hear the deer call when I wake while night still lingers; did the deer of Yumeno, the Moor of Dreams, cry like this?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shinohara ya kiri ni magaite naku shika no koe kasuka naru aki no yūgure
Ah, the moor of bamboo grass: lost in the mist, a deer is calling, its voice so faint in the autumn dusk.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tonari ine hara no kariya ni akasu yo wa shika aware naru mono ni zo arikeru
On nights spent in a makeshift hut on the moor, with no neighbors near, the deer's call proves to be a thing that moves the heart deeply.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Oyamada no io chikaku naku shika no ne ni odorokasarete odorokasu kana
Startled awake by the call of a deer close to my hut in the hillside paddies, I in turn startle the deer away.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Shika no ne o kiku ni tsukete mo sumu hito no kokoro shiraruru Ono no yamazato
Each time I hear the deer call, I come to understand the heart of the one who lives here, in the mountain village of Ono.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hitorine no yosamu ni naru ni kasaneba ya taga tame ni utsu koromo naruran
Now that the nights are turning cold for one who sleeps alone, I would like to layer that robe on myself; for whom can it be that they are beating it?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sayogoromo izuku no sato ni utsu naran tōku kikoyuru tsuchi no oto kana
In what village could they be beating their night robes? How far off it sounds, the knocking of the fulling mallet.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Wakete iru sode ni aware o kake yo tote tsuyukeki niwa ni mushi sae zo naku
As if to say, pour your sorrow on the sleeves of one who parts the grass to come in, even the insects cry in the dew-drenched garden.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yūsare ya tama oku tsuyu no kozasafu ni koe hatsu narasu kirigirisu kana
Evening has come; in the low bamboo grass where dew lies like jewels, the cricket sounds its first song of the season.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Akikaze ni hosue nami yoru karukaya no shitaba ni mushi no koe midaru nari
In the autumn wind the tips of the thatching grass ripple like waves, and among its lower leaves the voices of the insects mingle in confusion.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kirigirisu naku naru nobe wa yoso naru o omowanu sode ni tsuyu no koboruru
The moor where the crickets sing is far away, and yet, unexpectedly, dew spills upon my sleeves.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Akikaze no fukeyuku nobe no mushi no ne ni hashitanaki made nururu sode kana
At the cries of the insects on the moor, as the autumn wind blows and the night grows late, my sleeves are wet with tears to the point of embarrassment.
Sankashu - Saigyō