Poem 87 (1Murasame no…)

1Murasame no Tsuyu mo mada hinu 1Maki no ha ni Kiri tachi-noboru Aki no yūgure. he rain, which fell from passing showers, 1Like drops of dew, still lies Upon the fir-tree needles, and 1The mists of evening rise 1Up to the autumn skies.