Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice