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- Senzai Wakashu
Hototogisu nakitsuru kata o nagamureba tada ariake no tsuki zo nokoreru
When I gaze toward where the cuckoo sang, nothing remains there but the moon lingering in the dawn sky.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Nagori naku suginu naru kana hototogisu kozo kataraishi yado to shirazu ya
You pass by, it seems, leaving no trace behind, cuckoo; do you not know this is the house where you talked with me so warmly last year?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanekuni
Yūzukuyo Irusa no yama no kogakure ni honoka ni mo naku hototogisu kana
Hidden in the trees of Mount Irusa, where the evening moon sinks, how faintly the cuckoo is singing.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Muneie
Hototogisu kiki mo wakarenu hitokoe ni yomo no sora o mo nagametsuru kana
Because of the cuckoo's single cry, which I could not trace to any direction, I found myself gazing at the sky on every side.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinmitsu
Suginuru ka yowa no nezame no hototogisu koe wa makura ni aru kokochi shite
Has it already passed, the cuckoo I heard on waking in the night? Its song still seems to linger here on my pillow.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Yo o kasane nenu yori hoka ni hototogisu ika ni machite ka futakoe wa kiku
Besides going without sleep night after night, O cuckoo, how else am I to wait in order to hear your second song?
Senzai Wakashu - Dōin
Kokoro o zo tsukushihatetsuru hototogisu honomeku yoi no murasame no sora
I have worn out my heart entirely, straining after the cuckoo heard so faintly in the evening sky of passing showers.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nagakata
Miyakobito hiki na tsukushi so ayamegusa tabine no toko no makura bakari wa
People of the capital, do not pull up every iris; leave at least enough to make a pillow for a traveler's bed.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Masayori
Samidare ni nurenure hikamu ayamegusa numa no iwagaki nami mo koso kose
Though drenched by the early summer rain, I will pull the irises, lest the waves rise over the stone walls of the marsh and carry them away.
Senzai Wakashu - Kujō Kanezane
Noki chikaku kyō shimo kinaku hototogisu ne o ya ayame ni soete fukuran
The cuckoo that comes to sing near the eaves on this very festival day: does it mean to add its voice to the iris roots and thatch the eaves with them?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshimichi
Tada naranu hanatachibana no nioi kana yosouru sode wa tare to nakeredo
How uncommon is the fragrance of the orange blossoms, though there is no one in particular whose sleeves it calls to mind.
Senzai Wakashu - Gosechi
Kaze ni chiru hanatachibana ni sode shimete waga omou imo ga tamakura ni sen
I will let my sleeve take the scent of the orange blossoms scattered by the wind, and make it a pillow for the one I love.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Ukigumo no isayou yoi no murasame ni oikaze shiruku niou tachibana
In the evening shower beneath drifting, lingering clouds, the orange blossoms send their scent unmistakably on the following wind.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Iemoto
Waga yado no hanatachibana ni fuku kaze o taga sato yori to tare nagamuran
The wind that blows through the orange blossoms at my house: who, I wonder, is gazing out lost in thought, asking from whose village that scent has come?
Senzai Wakashu - Taira no Chikamune
Ori shimo are hanatachibana no kaoru kana mukashi o mitsuru yume no makura ni
Just at this moment the orange blossoms send their fragrance, beside the pillow where I have dreamed of days gone by.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinhira
Samidare ni hanatachibana no kaoru yo wa tsuki sumu aki mo samo araba are
On a night when the orange blossoms send their scent through the early summer rain, the autumn with its clear moon may be as it will.
Senzai Wakashu - Retired Emperor Sutoku