Yū sareba
Nobe no akikaze
Mi ni shimite
Uzura naku nari
Fukakusa no sato.
As evening falls,
From along the moors the autumn wind
Blows chill into the heart;
And the quails raise their plaintive cry
In the deep grass of Fukakusa village
Fujiwara no Shunzei
SKKS, IV: 291
[ SKKS = Shin Kokin Wakashū (the 8th imperial anthology, compiled c.1206) ]
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Yū sareba Nobe no akikaze Mi ni shimite Uzura naku nari Fukakusa no sato. As evening falls, From along the moors the autumn wind Blows chill into the heart; And the quails raise their plaintive cry In the deep grass of Fukakusa village Fujiwara no Shunzei SKKS, IV: 291 [ SKKS = Shin Kokin Wakashū (the 8th imperial anthology, compiled c.1206) ]