せせらぎ

yukidoke seseragi marukibashi karamatsu no me ga fuku kitaguni no ā kitaguni no haruThawing snow, the small stream, and the log bridge. The larch-sprouts are budding up North, ah, spring in the North!

ogawa no seseragi ga kikoeru natsukashisa ga shimitōruHearing the sound of the stream, [it is] piercing me with nostalgia.