Tag Archives: Sadaiye Fujiwara

call

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I hear the stag’s pathetic call
Far up the mountain side,
While tramping o’er the maple leaves
Wind-scattered far and wide
This sad, sad autumn tide.

Sarumaru no Dayū

yamadori

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Long is the mountain pheasant’s tail
That curves down in its flight;
But longer still, it seems to me,
Left in my lonely plight,
Is this unending night.

Kakinomoto no Hitomaro