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Oboro Zukiyo

菜の花畠に 入り日薄れ
見わたす山の端 霞ふかし
春風そよふく 空を見れば
夕月かかりて におい淡し
里わの火影も 森の色も
田中の小路を たどる人も
蛙のなくねも かねの音も
さながら霞める 朧月夜
菜の花畠に 入り日薄れ
見わたす山の端 霞ふかし
春風そよふく 空を見れば
夕月かかりて におい淡し
里わの火影も 森の色も
田中の小路を たどる人も
蛙のなくねも かねの音も
さながら霞める 朧月夜

Oboro Zukiyo

A path through a field of flowers, the light is getting dim,
Scanning the mountain's edge, the mist is getting thick.
The spring breeze caresses, I look up at the sky,
The crescent moon is hanging, its glow is all around.
The village lights and forest colours,
Someone is walking down a country lane.
The croaking of the frogs and the sound of the bell,
Everything is hazy, under the misty moonlight.
A path through a field of flowers, the light is getting dim,
Scanning the mountain's edge, the mist is getting thick.
The spring breeze caresses, I look up at the sky,
The crescent moon is hanging, its glow is all around.
The village lights and forest colours,
Someone is walking down a country lane.
The croaking of the frogs and the sound of the bell,
Everything is hazy, under the misty moonlight.