【詩】収穫祭の夜

収穫祭の夜なのに
　あたいにゃなんも収穫ない

笛や太鼓は鳴るけれど

　　花が咲かねば
　　　実もならず

　　　　　愛しいあの人
　　　　　　誰のもの

踊る阿呆を見もせねで
　賢者信者の多すぎて

　　　いっそ枯れよか
　　　　朽ちようか

　　　　　　風が撫でてくれようぞ　

収穫祭の夜なれば
　どなたかあたいを刈り取って
　

Harvest Festival Night

Even though it's the night of the harvest festival,
I don't harvest anything.

The whistle and drums ring, but
The flowers don't bloom and they don't bear fruit
Who did that dear person belong to?

No one sees the dancing idiot,
And there are too many wise men and believers.

Is it withered or will it decay?
The wind will stroke it.

If it's a harvest festival night, please reap me.