They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.

Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.

The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
    and falling all day.

My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.

Evening wind:
water laps
    the heron's legs.

Lighting one candle
with another candle--
    spring evening.

White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
    reading a letter.

Fana no iro Fa
uturi ni keri na
itadura ni
waga mi yo ni Furu
nagame sesi ma ni


The colour of this flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life goes by,
As I watch the long rains fall.

The mists rise over
The waters at Asuka;
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.

~~
Asuka gawa
Kawa yodo sarazu
Tatsu kiri no
Omoi sugu beki
Koi ni aranuku ni