Classical Poetry of Hyogo

If by rare chance someone asks of me, tell them I weep at Suma's shore, dripping brine with the burning seaweed, lost in sorrow.

Though we must part now, if you wait like the pines upon Inaba's peak— I shall return to you.

Through the pale dawn light of Akashi Bay, wrapped in veils of morning mist, I watch a boat slip behind the islands—and wonder where it goes.

Plovers crossing from Awaji Isle— their cries pierce the darkness. How many sleepless nights for Suma's lonely guard?

Waiting for one who never comes, like salt-fires smoldering at Matsuho Bay— in the still evening, I too burn with longing.

In the evening stillness of Minume Bay, where they harvest jeweled seaweed, smoke from burning brine trails across the sky

On Akashi's tidal flats, fishing boats drift back and forth— how touching, this lonely scene.

Was Naniwa's famed spring nothing but a dream? Now wind sweeps through withered reeds.

In the octopus trap, fleeting dreams drift through the night— beneath the summer moon

They praise Akashi's famed sea bream— Yet nothing surpasses the taste Of my beloved Iyo home.