Yayoi: Last seventh, slightly hazy dawn, "a waning moon, a failing light,"summit of Fuji vague, crowns of blossoming cherry at Ueno and Yanaka, when would they - and would they - be seen again? Friends, gathering since nightfall, came along by boat to see us off. Landed at Senju, sense of three thousand li ahead swelling the heart, world so much a dream, tears at point of departure.

departing spring (ya)
birds cry fishes'
eyes tears

The yatate's first words, the path taken looked not to advance at all. Those filling the way behind watched till only shadows of backs seemed seen.