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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Mishi yume o izure no yo zo to omou ma ni ori o wasurenu hana no kanashisa
While I wonder in what world the dream we saw might have been, how sad the flowers that never forget their season.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Mikata no Senji
Oinu tomo mata mo awan to yuku toshi ni namida no tama o tamuketsuru kana
Though I have grown old, I have offered the jewels of my tears to the departing year, hoping we shall meet again.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Ōkata ni suguru tsukihi to nagameshi wa waga mi ni toshi no tsumoru narikeri
The months and days I watched go by, thinking them ordinary, were in truth the years piling up upon me.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ennin
Shiranami no hamamatsu ga e no tamukegusa ikuyo made ni ka toshi no henuran
The offerings tied to the branches of the beach pines where white waves break—through how many ages, how many years, have they endured?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Kawashima
Yamashiro no iwata no ono no hahasohara mitsutsu ya kimi ga yamaji koyuran
Are you now crossing the mountain road, gazing as you go at the oak groves on the Iwata moor in Yamashiro?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Umakai
Ashi no ya no nada no shioyaki itoma nami tsuge no ogushi mo sasazu kinikeri
The woman who burns salt on the Ashinoya shore has no time to spare, and so she has come without even putting in her little boxwood comb.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ariwara no Narihira
Haruru yo no hashi ka kawabe no hotaru kamo waga sumu kata no ama no taku hi ka
On a clear night—are those stars, or fireflies by the river? Or are they the fires the fisherfolk burn near where I live?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ariwara no Narihira
Shika no ama no shio yaku keburi kaze o itami tachi wa noborade yama ni tanabiku
The smoke from the salt fires of the fisherfolk of Shika, driven by the fierce wind, does not climb into the sky but trails along the mountain.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Naniwame no koromo hosu tote karite taku ashibi no keburi tatanu hi zo naki
The women of Naniwa cut reeds and burn them to dry their robes, and there is not a day when the smoke of the reed fires does not rise.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Toshi fureba kuchi koso masare hashibashira mukashi nagara no na dani kawarade
As the years pass, the pillars of the bridge decay ever more, while its name, Nagara, "as of old," alone stays unchanged.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine
Haru no hi no nagara no hama ni fune tomete izure ka hashi to toedo kotaenu
Mooring my boat at the Nagara shore on a long spring day, I ask which is the bridge, but no one answers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Egyō
Kuchinikeru nagara no hashi o kite mireba ashi no kareha ni akikaze zo fuku
When I come to see the Nagara Bridge that has decayed away, the autumn wind is blowing over the withered leaves of the reeds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Okitsu kaze yowa ni fukurashi naniwagata akatsuki kakete nami zo yosu naru
The offshore wind must be blowing in the night: at Naniwa Bay, on toward dawn, I hear the waves come rolling in.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadayori
Suma no ura no nagitaru asa wa me mo haru ni kasumi ni magau ama no tsuribune
On a calm morning at Suma Bay, as far as the eye can reach across the spring sea, the fishing boats of the fisherfolk blur into the haze.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takayoshi
Akikaze no seki fukikoyuru tabigoto ni koe uchisouru suma no uranami
Each time the autumn wind blows over the barrier, the waves of Suma Bay add their voices to its sound.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Mibu no Tadami
Suma no seki yume o tōsanu nami no oto o omoi mo yorade yado o karikeru
At the Suma Barrier, never imagining that the sound of the waves would let no dream pass through, I took lodging for the night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien