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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Hana sasou nagori o kumo ni fukitomete shibashi wa nioe haru no yamakaze
You called the flowers down: now hold what remains of them among the clouds, and let it glow a little longer, spring wind off the mountain.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Masatsune
Oshimedomo chirihatenureba sakurabana ima wa kozue o nagamu bakari zo
Grieve as I may, the cherry has fallen to the last flower, and all I can do now is look at the bare branch-tips.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Go-Shirakawa
Yoshinoyama hana no furusato ato taete munashiki eda ni harukaze zo fuku
On Yoshino, in the old home of the flowers, no one comes any more, and the spring wind blows through the empty branches.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Furusato no hana no sakari wa suginuredo omokage saranu haru no sora kana
The flowers of the old village are past their height, and still their image has not left the spring sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Hana wa chiri sono iro to naku nagamureba munashiki sora ni harusame zo furu
The flowers have fallen, and as I gaze at nothing in particular, the spring rain is coming down through an empty sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Taga tani ka asu wa nokosamu yamazakura koborete nioe kyō no katami ni
Which valley will still have any tomorrow? Mountain cherries, spill and shine as you fall, and be the keepsake of this day.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Karahito no fune o ukabete asobu chō kyō zo wagaseko hanakazura se yo
They say the people of China set boats afloat and made merry on this day: so today, my friend, put on a garland of flowers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Hana nagasu se o mo mirubeki mikazuki no warete irinuru yama no ochikata
I might have watched the shallows carrying the blossom away; but the crescent has broken and gone down beyond the far hills.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sakanoue no Koreyuki
Tazunetsuru hana mo wagami mo otoroete nochi no haru to mo e koso chigirane
The flowers I came to see, and I myself, have both grown weak; I cannot promise to meet them in another spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Ryozen
Omoitatsu tori wa furusu mo tanomuramu narenuru hana no ato no yūgure
The bird that resolves to go must still be counting on its old nest; and here is the evening after the flowers I had grown used to.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Jakuren
Chirinikeri aware urami no tare nareba hana no ato tou haru no yamakaze
They have fallen. And out of what grudge, against whom, does the spring wind off the mountain come back to visit the place where they were?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Jakuren
Haru fukaku tazune irusa no yama no ha ni hono mishi kumo no iro zo nokoreru
Late in the spring I went in searching, and on the ridge the colour of the cloud I barely glimpsed is lingering yet.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsune
Hatsuseyama utsurou hana ni haru kurete magaishi kumo zo mine ni nokoreru
On Hatsuse the spring has gone out with the fading of the flowers, and the cloud they could not be told from is left on the ridge.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Yoshinogawa kishi no yamabuki sakinikeri mine no sakura wa chirihatenuramu
The kerria has opened along the bank of the Yoshino; the cherry on the ridge must have fallen to the last flower.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Koma tomete nao mizu kawamu yamabuki no hana no tsuyu sou Ide no Tamagawa
I stop my horse to let it drink once more at the Tamagawa at Ide, where the dew of the kerria falls into the water.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Iwane kosu Kiyotakigawa no hayakereba nami orikakuru kishi no yamabuki
The Kiyotaki runs so fast over the rocks that the waves break and bend back the kerria along its bank.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Kunizane