皐月五拍子イ調

Tsunbana, tsunbana

Wrap it round your ears and eat it

Put moxa on a frog’s eyeballs

See whether it can jump or not

If it still can, then let it jump

Now no longer here

The May song

So at least

Here and now

I humbly receive

Thank you for the feast

The May song

The May song

Let us plant the young seedlings

Come now, come now, come now, come now

Let us plant the rice seedlings

Come now, come now, come now, come now

Taking the maidens by the hand

We gather them up

[Seafood risotto

Sushi

Rice crackers

Omurice

Pork fillet cutlet bowl

Crab-and-lettuce fried rice]

In the May rain [Tempura rice bowl (I like it)]

Wetting the hems [Aemon rice, gapao rice, bibimbap, seco de pollo]

May this planted field become the cherished grass of your thousand years [Paella, jambalaya, puto (if I do not eat it), loco moco, curry rice, pilaf, rice-flour bread, pho, crab-and-lettuce fried rice, mochi (I like it)]

How lush it grows > those hands that take the young seedlings [Corn rice, wakame rice, garlic rice, turmeric rice, butter rice, furikake rice, bean rice (feed me)]

Those very hands that take the white dumplings [Seafood risotto, sushi, rice crackers, omurice, pork fillet cutlet bowl, crab-and-lettuce fried rice, tempura rice bowl (I like it)]

How the white dumplings sway > like flowers in rich grass [Aemon rice, gapao rice, bibimbap, seco de pollo, paella, jambalaya, puto (if I do not eat it)]

[Loco moco

Curry rice

Pilaf

Rice-flour bread

Pho

Crab-and-lettuce fried rice

Mochi

(I like it)

Corn rice

Wakame rice

Garlic rice

Turmeric rice

Butter rice

Furikake rice

Bean rice

(Feed me)]

From the east, yo-o, parting the clouds

Ya-no-e, on the day it rises

On the day it rises, yo-e

Do not send it westward, ya-no-e

Shine here, aa-yoi-yoi

From the east, yo-o, parting the clouds

Ya-no-e, on the day it rises

On the day it rises, yo-e

Do not send it westward, ya-no-e

Shine here, aa-yoi-yoi

Ho, ho, come, fireflies

Ho, ho, come, fireflies

Ho, ho, come, fireflies

Come, fireflies

Come, fireflies