The mists rise over
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.
When I went out
In the Spring meadows
To gather violets,
I enjoyed myself
So much that I stayed all night.
The mists rise over
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.
- Akahito (8th century)
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Though the purity
Of the moonlight has silenced
Both nightingale and
Cricket, the cuckoo alone
Sings all the white night
- Anonymous
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I waited for my
Lover until I could hear
In the night the oars of the boat
Crossing the River of Heaven
- Hitomaro
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In a gust of wind the white dew.
On the autumn grass.
Scatters like a broken necklace
-Bunya No Asayasu
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.
When I went out
In the Spring meadows
To gather violets,
I enjoyed myself
So much that I stayed all night.
The mists rise over
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.
- Akahito (8th century)
----------------------
Though the purity
Of the moonlight has silenced
Both nightingale and
Cricket, the cuckoo alone
Sings all the white night
- Anonymous
----------------------
I waited for my
Lover until I could hear
In the night the oars of the boat
Crossing the River of Heaven
- Hitomaro
----------------------
In a gust of wind the white dew.
On the autumn grass.
Scatters like a broken necklace
-Bunya No Asayasu