あるけば草の実すわれば草の実walk and there are grass seeds sit and there are grass seeds

歩けば裾に草の実がつき、腰を下ろせばまた草の実がつく。払っても払ってもきりがない。秋の野をゆく者への、草からのささやかな挨拶のようでもある。歩く拍子そのままのリズムで、思わず口ずさみたくなる、よく知られた一句。Walk, and grass seeds cling to your hem; sit down, and grass seeds cling again. No matter how you brush them off, there is no end to it. It feels almost like a small greeting from the grass to one who crosses the autumn fields. With the rhythm of walking itself, this well-known poem all but invites you to hum it aloud.