かさりこそり音させて鳴かぬ虫が来たa rustle, a scrape — a voiceless insect has come

夜の庵に、かさり、こそりと音がする。姿を見せたのは鳴かない虫だった。鳴く虫なら声で愛でられるものを、鳴かぬ虫はただ来ただけ。それでも客は客。一人の夜は、そのくらいの訪れで十分にぎやかになる。In the hermitage at night there is a rustle, a scrape, and what shows itself is an insect that does not sing. A singing insect could be loved for its voice; this one has only come. Still, a guest is a guest, and a night alone grows lively enough on so small a visit.