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- Sankashu
Katabakari tsubomu to hana o omou yori soso mata kokoro mono ni naruran
From the moment I think the blossoms have barely begun to bud, my heart, it seems, is already wholly taken up with them.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Obotsukana tani wa sakura no ika naran mine ni wa imada kakenu shirakumo
How uneasy I feel: what of the cherries in the valleys now? On the peaks no white clouds of blossom hang as yet.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hana to kiku wa tare mo sa koso wa ureshikere omoishizumenu waga kokoro kana
Everyone, surely, is glad to hear the blossoms have opened; yet how impossible it is to calm this heart of mine!
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hatsuhana no hirakehajimuru kozue yori sobaete kaze no wataru narikeri
Around the treetops where the year's first blossoms are opening, the wind comes frolicking and playing as it passes through.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Obotsukana hana wa kokoro no haru ni nomi izure no toshi ka ukaresomeken
How uneasy it makes me: with blossoms, my heart turns only to spring. In what year, I wonder, did it first begin to wander so?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Iza kotoshi chire to sakura o kataraan nakanaka saraba kaze ya oshimu to
Come, this year I will tell the cherry, scatter! For then, perhaps, it will be the wind, quite contrary, that grieves for the blossoms instead.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kaze fuku to eda o hanarete otsu majiku hana tojitsuke yo aoyagi no ito
So that the blossoms will not leave the branches and fall when the wind blows, stitch them fast, you threads of the green willow.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Fuku kaze no namete kozue ni ataru kana kabakari hito no oshimu sakura ni
How the wind strikes every treetop alike, even the cherries that people cherish so dearly!
Sankashu - Saigyō
Nani to kaku ada naru haru no iro o shi mo kokoro ni fukaku somehajimeken
Why, of all things, did I begin to dye my heart so deeply with the fleeting colors of spring?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Onaji mi no mezurashikarazu oshimeba ya hana mo kawarazu sakeba chiruran
Is it because this same self grieves for them year after year, in the same old way, that the blossoms too, unchanging, fall as soon as they bloom?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Mine ni chiru hana wa tani naru ki ni zo saku itaku itowaji haru no yamakaze
The blossoms that fall on the peaks bloom again on the trees in the valley, so I will not resent too much the spring mountain wind.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yamaoroshi ni midarete hana no chirikeru o iwa hanaretaru taki to mitareba
The blossoms scattered, tossed by the wind from the mountain, and I took them for a waterfall leaping free of the rocks.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hana mo chiri hito mo miyako e kaerinaba yama sabishiku ya naran to suran
When the blossoms have fallen and the viewers have all gone back to the capital, will the mountains grow lonely?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Aoba sae mireba kokoro no tomaru kana chirinishi hana no nagori omoeba
Even the green leaves hold my heart when I see them, for I think of them as what remains of the blossoms that have fallen.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ato taete asaji shigereru niwa no omo ni tare wakeirite sumire tsumiten
In the garden where no one comes and the low reeds grow thick, who would push their way in to pick violets?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tare naran arata no kuro ni sumire tsumu hito wa kokoro no warinakaru beshi
Who could it be, picking violets on the ridge of the neglected field? That person's heart must be past all reason in its love of them.
Sankashu - Saigyō