冬ごもり 春さり来れば 鳴かざりし
鳥も来鳴きぬ 咲かざりし
花も咲けねど 山も茂み
入るても取らず草深み
取りても見ず
秋山の 木の葉を見ては
黄葉をば 取りてそしのふ 青きをば
置きてそ嘆く そこし恨めし
秋山われは |
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Though winter passes into springtime, birds songless have come and begun
to sing or flowerbuds too stiff have begun to blossom.
But I wouldn't go among the foliage to pick those flowers, because of the
hillside being overgrown. The grass in the mountain would be too rank for
me topluck and praise flowers.
When I look at the leaves on the autumn hillsides, I pick the yellowing
ones and admire them, but leave the green ones there with sorrow.
That is my regret. However, the autumn hills are better for me. |
