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- Sankashu
Naozari ni yakisuteshi no no sawarabi wa oru hito nakute hodoro to ya naru
On the field that was carelessly burned and left, will the young bracken grow into straggling fronds, with no one to pick it?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Numamizu ni shigeru makomo no wakarenu o sakihedatetaru kakitsubata kana
Where the wild rice grows so thick in the marsh water that one cannot tell it apart, the irises bloom, setting divisions among it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Iwa tsutai orade tsutsuji o te ni zo toru sagashiki yama no toridokoro ni wa
Picking my way from rock to rock, I take hold of the azaleas, not to pluck them, but as handholds on the steep mountain.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tsutsuji saku yama no iwakage yūhaete Ogura wa yoso no na nomi narikeri
Where azaleas bloom, the rocky shadows of the mountain glow in the evening light, and Ogura, whose name means dim, seems only the name of some other place.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kishi chikami ueken hito zo urameshiki nami ni oraruru yamabuki no hana
How I resent whoever planted them so near the shore: the kerria blossoms, broken off by the waves.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yamabuki no hana saku sato ni narinureba koko ni mo Ide to omooyuru kana
Now that it has become a village where the kerria blooms, it seems to me that here, too, is Ide.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Masuge ouru yamada ni mizu o makasureba ureshigao ni mo naku kawazu kana
When water is let into the mountain paddy where the sedges grow, how gleefully the frogs begin to sing!
Sankashu - Saigyō
Misabi ite tsuki mo yadoranu nigorie ni ware suman tote kawazu naku nari
In the murky inlet, so thick with scum that not even the moon is reflected, the frogs seem to cry, I will live here and make it clear.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ureshi tomo omoi zo wakanu hototogisu haru kiku koto no narai nakereba
Whether to rejoice, I cannot quite decide, cuckoo, for it is not the custom to hear you while it is still spring.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Suguru haru shio no mitsu yori funade shite nami no hana o ya saki ni tatsuran
Departing spring sets sail from Mitsu as the tide comes in. Does it send the white blossoms of the waves out ahead of it?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Haru yue ni semete mo mono o omoe to ya misoka ni dani mo tarade kurenuru
Is spring bidding me at least to brood over its passing? For the month has ended without even reaching its thirtieth day.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kyō nomi to omoeba nagaki haru no hi mo hodonaku kururu kokochi koso sure
When I think that today is the last, even the long spring day feels as though it will soon be over.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yuku haru o todomekanenuru yūgure wa akebono yori mo aware narikeri
This evening, unable to hold back the departing spring, moves the heart more deeply, I find, than any dawn.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kagiri areba koromo bakari wa nugikaete kokoro wa haru o shitau narikeri
Because the seasons have their appointed limits, I have changed only my robes for summer ones; my heart, I find, still longs for the spring that has gone.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kusa shigeru michi kariakete yamazato wa hana mishi hito no kokoro o zo shiru
Cutting open the path now overgrown with summer grasses, here in my mountain home I come to understand the hearts of those who came only to see the blossoms.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tatsutagawa kishi no magaki o miwataseba iseki no nami ni magau u no hana
When I look out over the fences along the banks of the Tatsuta River, the deutzia blossoms are so white they can hardly be told from the waves foaming at the weir.
Sankashu - Saigyō