Haru no yo no (Senzai-shu / Suo no Naishi, Hyakunin Isshu No. 67) Garu JP
Second round of the party, moon bright outside
The talk has gone round for the second time
Leaning on the wall, I stifle a yawn
"If only I had a pillow," I murmur
From the next seat an arm reaches over —
"You can use it as a pillow," he says
For an arm-pillow as brief as a spring night's dream,
a pointless rumor would rise — and my name is too dear for that
If I borrowed that arm, by morning — by morning
a rumor longer than any dream would rise
Sorry — if it's only sleepiness,
I'll manage it myself
A dream, whether you see it or wake from it,
is over without anyone watching
But a rumor never wakes — on a spring night
it lasts longer than the moon
The hand held out to me, I take with thanks
and laughing, push it gently back
For an arm-pillow as brief as a spring night's dream,
a pointless rumor would rise — and my name is too dear for that
If I borrowed that arm, by morning — by morning
a rumor longer than any dream would rise
Sorry — the kindness I'll keep,
but the arm I give back
The truth is, I was already sleepy
because the moon was too bright tonight
But I don't need tomorrow's rumor
So I decide, and order a cup of tea
For an arm-pillow as brief as a spring night's dream,
a pointless rumor would rise — and my name is too dear for that
If I borrowed that arm, by morning — by morning
a rumor longer than any dream would rise
Sorry — if it's only sleepiness,
I'll manage it myself
My name is too dear for that...
Dreams are short, and morning comes early
