Summer to Autumn
As I wait for my love
In the summer twilight,
A red crab crawls up
The gate of the lighthouse beside me.
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Fishing lights in the offing,
Numberless,
Are like the blossoms of camellias
Drifting from the isle of Idzu.
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In the spring rain
The young nightingales
Sing in the nest
Made of my fallen hair.
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The wings of a moth beat
Upon the screens of my mountain retreat
As if the autumn wind already
Had begun to blow.
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