世界復興芸術祭2020

入学の児ら停年のわれの顔

丸く幼く描きくれたり

The children entering the school drew my face round and young as I was approaching retirement.

 

蔓先をぐんぐんのばす苦瓜は

育ち盛りの少年に似る

The bitter melon that grows on the end of the vine resembles a growing boy.

 

乳の匂ひすこし残せる少女らの

夢のごとくに合歓の花咲く

Just like in the dreams of girls who still have a hint of milk in their veins, they bloom with joy.

 

「おはよう」と見知らぬ子らの明るさが

老いわれをつつむ露草の径

The bright voices of strange children greeting old me “Good morning” in the path of the dew grasses.

 

木漏日を鼬馳せ去るその瞬間

波だつ背にいのち漲る

A weasel runs away through the sunshine, and at that moment, life pours out of his surging back

入学の児ら

停年のわれの顔

丸く幼く描きくれたり

The children entering the school
drew my face round and young as
I was approaching retirement.

 

蔓先をぐんぐんのばす

苦瓜は

育ち盛りの少年に似る

The bitter melon that grows on
the end of the vine resembles a
growing boy.

 

乳の匂ひすこし残せる

少女らの

夢のごとくに

合歓の花咲く

Just like in the dreams of girls
who still have a hint of milk in
their veins, they bloom with joy.

 

「おはよう」と

見知らぬ子らの明るさが

老いわれをつつむ

露草の径

The bright voices of strange
children greeting old me
“Good morning” in the path of
the dew grasses.

 

木漏日を

鼬馳せ去るその瞬間

波だつ背にいのち漲る

A weasel runs away through the
sunshine, and at that moment,
life pours out of his surging back

大西澄子

Sumiko Onishi

短歌 Tanka