Together with House-Husband, Part 1, Chapter 48 – In spring, One Sleeps a Sleep That Knows no Dawn
“Mmm… *sleeping peacefully*…”
“…Nee-san? S-She fell asleep!”
“Hey, Rin. You just woke up. Hurry and get up or we can’t start cleaning.”
“Mmm… They say ‘In spring, one sleeps a sleep that knows no dawn’, right…? It’s spring, so let me sleep as much as I want…”
“Honestly… This is Meng Haoran’s fault for coming up with it, but when someone who oversleeps says it, it just sounds like an excuse for being a slob.”
“…In spring, one sleeps a sleep that knows no dawn.
You hear chirping birds all around you
The voice of the night’s storm…
You are almost unaware of the falling flowers.”
In spring, you fall into a sleep so deep you don’t notice the dawn. When you wake, there are birds singing here and there. Thanks to a storm in the middle of the night, it seems flowers are scattered everywhere… Now then, Sakura. How do you take this in relation to what your older sister was spouting?”
“Umm… Even though there was a storm big enough for lots of flowers to be scattered… You’re sleeping so deeply you don’t even notice…? Heh heh… That’s kind of…”
“Heh heh heh… Well, it’s normally fine for a chronic oversleeper to be going on about that. And to think you call yourself a maiden! I can’t help but feel sorry for Mr. Meng.”
“(*jump*) H-, hold it! That’s mean! That’s a horrible thing to say to the little Rin who’s so girlish she’ll be recommended as a national idol in the future, without a doubt! I’m not that slovenly! I’m a delicate young woman!”
“Delicate, huh. I feel like my sharp ears misheard something.”
“Grrr… Fine, then. I’m awake. So, what are we doing?”
“We’re cleaning up the yard!”
“Huh? What’s wrong with the yard?”
“…Umm… Nee-san… There’s was a huge storm last night…”
“Huh? A storm?”
“I’m at a loss for words…”
Notes after the Jump
Meng Haoran (孟浩然 or Mèng Hàorán in Chinese) is a famous poet known by the name of Mōkōren in Japan, commonly known as the eldest of the Major High Tang Poets.
The poem Archer reads is a Japanese interpretation of one of his works published in the anthology “300 Tang Poems”, comprising some of the era’s finest poetry. More specifically, it is the one known as A Spring Morning.