Yawata Shrine in Katsushika
(Through the avenue of a thousand Gingko trees)
Large gingko trees
Surrounding the shrine
Reflect the evening glow
And are dazzlingly bright.
Though it is called a town,
Houses are few and scattered;
At dusk none walks the street;
Stars alone gleam over the sacred grove.
Stillness
Heaven and earth
Have sunk in deep sleep;
And the night is far spent.
Over the ocean’s expanse
The moon is vermillion red.
Spreading Arms
I am so busy
I begrudge even a moment;
But when my child rushes to me
With her arms spread,
I really must take her up.
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