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- Kinyo Wakashu
Koikoite koyoi bakari ya tanabata no makura ni chiri no tsumorazaruramu
After longing and longing all year, perhaps only tonight does no dust gather on the Weaver Maid's pillow.
Kinyo Wakashu - Former Ise Priestess's Kawachi
Amanogawa wakare ni mune no kogarureba kaesa no fune wa kaji mo torarezu
Parting on the River of Heaven, their hearts burn with such longing that on the boat home no one can even take up the oar.
Tanabata ni kaseru koromo no tsuyukesa ni akanu keshiki o sora ni shiru kana
From the dampness of the robe I lent at Tanabata, I can tell, without seeing, how unwilling the two stars were to part.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Kunizane
Kagiri arite wakaruru toki mo tanabata no namida no iro wa kawarazarikeri
Though their parting is fixed by fate, the color of the Weaver Maid's tears does not change when the time to part comes.
Tanabata no akanu wakare no namida ni ya hana no kazura mo tsuyukekaruramu
Is it because of the Weaver Maid's tears at a parting she cannot bear that even the flower garland in her hair is wet with dew?
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Morotoki
Amanogawa kaesa no fune ni nami kakeyo nori wazurawaba hodo mo fu bakari
River of Heaven, splash your waves on the boat that carries him home, so that if he struggles to board, at least a little more time may pass.
Kaerusa wa asase mo shiraji amanogawa akanu namida ni mizu shi masaraba
On the way home he will not be able to find the shallows, if the River of Heaven swells with tears shed at a parting too soon.
Sakisomuru ashita no hara no ominaeshi aki o shirasuru tsuma ni zo arikeru
The maiden flower just beginning to bloom on the plain of Ashita at morning is the very sign, and the bride, that tells of autumn's coming.
Sakinikeri kuchinashi iro no ominaeshi iwanedo shirushi aki no keshiki wa
The maiden flower has bloomed in gardenia yellow. Like the gardenia, whose name means mouthless, it says nothing, yet the look of autumn is plain to see.
Onozukara aki wa kinikeri yamazato no kuzu hai kakaru maki no fuseya ni
Of its own accord autumn has come to the mountain village, to the low hut of pine planks overgrown with kudzu vines.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Inaba fuku kaze no oto senu yado naraba nani ni tsukete ka aki o shiramashi
If this were a house where no sound came from the wind blowing through the rice leaves, by what sign would I ever know that autumn had come?
Yama fukami tou hito mo naki yado naredo sotomo no oda ni aki wa kinikeri
The mountains are so deep that no one comes to visit my house, yet autumn has come to the rice fields outside.
Yū sareba kadota no inaba otozurete ashi no maroya ni akikaze zo fuku
As evening comes, the autumn wind rustles through the rice leaves in the field before the gate and blows into my hut thatched with reeds.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Yamanoha ni akade irinuru yūzukuyo itsu ariake ni naramu to suramu
The evening moon has slipped behind the mountain's rim before I could gaze my fill. When will it become the dawn moon that lingers till daybreak?
Kaze fukeba eda yasukaranu ko no ma yori honomeku aki no yūzukuyo kana
When the wind blows, the autumn evening moon glimmers faintly through the trees whose branches toss and will not stay still.
Kusamakura kono tabine ni zo omoishiru tsuki yori hoka no tomo nakarikeri
Sleeping on this journey with grass for my pillow, I have learned it to the core: apart from the moon, I have no friend at all.