This morning I will not
comb my hair.
It has lain
pillowed on the hand of my lover.



Your hair has turned white
while your heart stayed
knotted against me.
I shall never
loosen it now.


Both by Kakinomoto no Hitomaro (柿本 人麻呂; c. 662-710).



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Different translations of Izumi Shikibu's poems. The first translation I found presented it as one poem:

My black hair tangled
As my own tangled thoughts,
I lie here alone,
Dreaming of one who has gone,
Who stroked my hair till it shone.

When I think of you,
Fireflies in the marsh rise
Like the soul's jewels,
Lost to eternal longing,
Abandoning my body.


the second translation i found (which i prefer) as two:

My black hair's
In disarray-uncaring
He lies down, and
First, gently smoothes it:
My darling love.

I'm at such a loss;
Fireflies by the marsh:
From my breast
Wanders out
My soul, or so it seems.

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orotund \OR-uh-tuhnd\, adjective:
1. Characterized by fullness, clarity, strength, and smoothness of sound.
2. Pompous; bombastic.

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