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かくこの度、集め選らばれて、山下水の絶えず、浜の<ruby>真砂<rt>まさご</rt></ruby>の数多く積りぬれば、今は<ruby>飛鳥河<rt>あすかがは</rt></ruby>の瀬になるうらみも聞こえず、さざれ石の<ruby>巌<rt>いはほ</rt></ruby>となるよろこびのみぞあるべき。
かくこの度、集め選らばれて、山下水の絶えず、浜の<ruby>真砂<rt>まさご</rt></ruby>の数多く積りぬれば、今は<ruby>飛鳥河<rt>あすかがは</rt></ruby>の瀬になるうらみも聞こえず、さざれ石の<ruby>巌<rt>いはほ</rt></ruby>となるよろこびのみぞあるべき。


それ、枕言葉は、春の花匂ひ少なくして、むなしき名のみ秋の夜の長きをかこてれば、かつは人の耳に恐り、かつは歌の心に恥思へど、たなびく雲の<ruby>立居<rt>たちゐ</rt></ruby>、鳴く鹿の起き臥しは、貫之らがこの世に同じく<ruby>生<rt>む</rt></ruby>まれて、この事の時にあへるをなんよろこびぬる。<ruby>人麿<rt>ひとまろ</rt></ruby>亡くなりにたれど、歌の事とどまれるかな。たとひ時移り、事去り、楽しみ・悲び行き交うとも、この歌の文字あるをや。<ruby>青柳<rt>あをやぎ</rt></ruby>の糸絶えず、松の葉の散り<ruby>失<rt>う</rt></ruby>せずして、まさきの<ruby>葛<rt>かづら</rt></ruby>永く伝はり、鳥の跡久くとどまれらば、歌の<ruby>様<rt>さま</rt></ruby>をも知り、事の心を得たらん人は<ruby>大空<rt>おほぞら</rt></ruby>の月を見るがごとくに、<ruby>古<rt>いにしへ</rt></ruby>を<ruby>仰<rt>あふ</rt></ruby>ぎて、今を恋ひざらめかも。
それ、枕言葉は、春の花匂ひ少なくして、むなしき名のみ秋の夜の長きをかこてれば、かつは人の耳に恐り、かつは歌の心に恥思へど、たなびく雲の<ruby>立居<rt>たちゐ</rt></ruby>、鳴く鹿の起き臥しは、貫之らがこの世に同じく<ruby>生<rt>む</rt></ruby>まれて、この事の時にあへるをなんよろこびぬる。
 
<ruby>人麿<rt>ひとまろ</rt></ruby>亡くなりにたれど、歌の事とどまれるかな。たとひ時移り、事去り、楽しみ・悲び行き交うとも、この歌の文字あるをや。<ruby>青柳<rt>あをやぎ</rt></ruby>の糸絶えず、松の葉の散り<ruby>失<rt>う</rt></ruby>せずして、まさきの<ruby>葛<rt>かづら</rt></ruby>永く伝はり、鳥の跡久くとどまれらば、歌の<ruby>様<rt>さま</rt></ruby>をも知り、事の心を得たらん人は<ruby>大空<rt>おほぞら</rt></ruby>の月を見るがごとくに、<ruby>古<rt>いにしへ</rt></ruby>を<ruby>仰<rt>あふ</rt></ruby>ぎて、今を恋ひざらめかも。
 
Thus on this occasion [the poems] have been selected, and are like the ceaseless flow of underground water, and as numerous as grains of sand on a beach. No more do we hear the regret of Asuka River becoming shallow; there is only the joy of a pebble growing into a boulder.
 
These words have little of the beauty of spring flowers, but knowing this humble name will last as long as the autumn nights, on the one hand fearing what people will say, on the other hand feeling shame before the heart of poetry, Tsurayuki and the others have risen and sat like the trailing clouds and slept and woke like the crying deer, born into the same world we are overjoyed to meet this time.
 
Though Hitomaro has died, has his poetry really ceased? Though ages pass and things pass away, joy and sorrow both depart, the letters of these poems will remain. Like the endless thread of willows, just as the pine leaves do not fall, if this is transmitted as long as the star jasmine, and the bird tracks remain for long ages, then will people who know the style of poetry and the heart of things will look to the past as they look at the moon, and long for this time?


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Translation

かくこの度、集め選らばれて、山下水の絶えず、浜の真砂まさごの数多く積りぬれば、今は飛鳥河あすかがはの瀬になるうらみも聞こえず、さざれ石の巌いはほとなるよろこびのみぞあるべき。

それ、枕言葉は、春の花匂ひ少なくして、むなしき名のみ秋の夜の長きをかこてれば、かつは人の耳に恐り、かつは歌の心に恥思へど、たなびく雲の立居たちゐ、鳴く鹿の起き臥しは、貫之らがこの世に同じく生むまれて、この事の時にあへるをなんよろこびぬる。

人麿ひとまろ亡くなりにたれど、歌の事とどまれるかな。たとひ時移り、事去り、楽しみ・悲び行き交うとも、この歌の文字あるをや。青柳あをやぎの糸絶えず、松の葉の散り失うせずして、まさきの葛かづら永く伝はり、鳥の跡久くとどまれらば、歌の様さまをも知り、事の心を得たらん人は大空おほぞらの月を見るがごとくに、古いにしへを仰あふぎて、今を恋ひざらめかも。

Thus on this occasion [the poems] have been selected, and are like the ceaseless flow of underground water, and as numerous as grains of sand on a beach. No more do we hear the regret of Asuka River becoming shallow; there is only the joy of a pebble growing into a boulder.

These words have little of the beauty of spring flowers, but knowing this humble name will last as long as the autumn nights, on the one hand fearing what people will say, on the other hand feeling shame before the heart of poetry, Tsurayuki and the others have risen and sat like the trailing clouds and slept and woke like the crying deer, born into the same world we are overjoyed to meet this time.

Though Hitomaro has died, has his poetry really ceased? Though ages pass and things pass away, joy and sorrow both depart, the letters of these poems will remain. Like the endless thread of willows, just as the pine leaves do not fall, if this is transmitted as long as the star jasmine, and the bird tracks remain for long ages, then will people who know the style of poetry and the heart of things will look to the past as they look at the moon, and long for this time?

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