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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Miyoshino wa yama mo kasumite shirayuki no furinishi sato ni haru wa kinikeri
The mountains of Yoshino have grown hazy, and to this old village, where the white snow was falling, spring has come at last.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Honobono to haru koso sora ni kinikerashi ama no kaguyama kasumi tanabiku
The sky pales faintly with dawn, and it seems that spring has come first to the heavens: mist is trailing across Ama-no-Kaguyama.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Yama fukami haru to mo shiranu matsu no to ni taedae kakaru yuki no tamamizu
So deep are the mountains that the pine-wood door does not know spring has come, and onto it, drop by broken drop, falls the jewel-like water of melting snow.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Kakikurashi nao furusato no yuki no uchi ni ato koso miene haru wa kinikeri
The sky darkens and the snow goes on falling over the old capital; no footprint shows in it, and yet spring has come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo
Kyō to ieba morokoshi made mo yuku haru o miyako ni nomi to omoikeru kana
Today the calendar turns, and spring travels as far as China itself; and I had thought all this while that it belonged to the capital alone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Haru to ieba kasuminikeri na kinō made namima ni mieshi awajishimayama
They have only to say it is spring, and already it has hazed over: Awaji's mountains, which until yesterday stood clear between the waves.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Shune
Iwama tojishi kōri mo kesa wa tokesomete koke no shitamizu michi motomuramu
The ice that sealed the gaps between the rocks has begun to melt this morning, and the water under the moss must be feeling for a way through.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Kaze mase ni yuki wa furitsutsu shikasuga ni kasumi tanabiki haru wa kinikeri
Snow is still driving on the wind, and yet for all that the mist trails out across the sky, and spring has come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Toki wa ima haru ni narinu to miyuki furu tōki yamabe ni kasumi tanabiku
The season has just turned to spring, and out where the deep snow falls, along the distant hills, the mist lies trailing.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kasugano no shitamoewataru kusa no ue ni tsurenaku miyuru haru no awayuki
Across Kasuga Moor the grass is coming up everywhere, and on it, taking no notice at all, lies the thin snow of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Kunizane
Asu kara wa wakana tsumamu to shimeshi no ni kinō mo kyō mo yuki wa furitsutsu
I marked out the field, meaning to gather young herbs there from tomorrow; and yesterday and today alike, the snow goes on falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yamabe no Akahito
Kasugano no kusa wa midori ni narinikeri wakana tsumamu to tare ka shimekemu
The grass on Kasuga Moor has turned green at last. Who was it, then, that marked this field off, meaning to gather young herbs here?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Mibu no Tadami
Wakana tsumu sode to zo miyuru Kasugano no tobuhi no nobe no yuki no muragie
They look for all the world like the sleeves of herb-gatherers: the patches of snow still unmelted out on the Tobuhi fields of Kasuga Moor.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Norinaga
Yukite minu hito mo shinobe to haru no no no katami ni tsumeru wakana narikeri
So that those who never went out to see it might think of it too, these young herbs were gathered as a keepsake of the fields in spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Sawa ni ouru wakana naranedo itazura ni toshi o tsumu ni mo sode wa nurekeri
I am no young herb growing in the marsh; and yet, as I go on piling up the years to no purpose, my sleeves are wet all the same.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Sasanami ya Shiga no hamamatsu furinikeri taga yo ni hikeru ne no hi naruramu
The shore pines of Shiga have grown old indeed. In whose reign, I wonder, were they drawn up as seedlings on the first day of the Rat?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei