Hay-Making Song: Miyazaki Prefecture

Here on this hill hay-making is over.
Tomorrow in the paddies let's reap the rice.

Sun's already sinking. Valleys grow dark.
Horse, we're going — carry the hay on your back.

Autumn's over. On the path between the paddies,
that must be another bride — five lanterns.
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