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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Kawazu naku Kannabigawa ni kage miete ima ka sakuramu yamabuki no hana
In the Kannabi, where the frogs are calling, a shadow shows on the water: has the kerria come into flower by now?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Atsumi
Ashihiki no yamabuki no hana chirinikeri Ide no kawazu wa ima ya nakuramu
The kerria has fallen; and at Ide, are the frogs beginning to call about now?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Okikaze
Kakute koso mimaku hoshikere yorozuyo o kakete nioeru fujinami no hana
Just as they are now, I would go on looking at them: wisteria blooming through ten thousand ages.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Emperor Daigo
Madoi shite miredomo akanu fujinami no tatamaku oshiki kyō ni mo aru kana
Sitting together in a circle we look and are not satisfied: today it is hard to rise and leave the waves of wisteria.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Emperor Murakami
Kurenu to wa omou mono kara fujinami no sakeru yado ni wa haru zo hisashiki
I had thought the spring was over; and yet at a house where the wisteria blooms, the spring goes on and on.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Midori naru matsu ni kakareru fuji naredo onoga koro to zo hana wa sakikeru
It is only a vine caught on the evergreen pine, and still the wisteria has flowered at its own season.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Chirinokoru hana mo ya aru to uchimurete miyamagakure o tazunete shi kana
Might there be flowers left unfallen? I should like us to go together and look for them, hidden away deep in the hills.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinobu
Ko no moto no sumika mo ima wa arenubeshi haru shi kurenaba tare ka toikomu
My dwelling under the trees will go to ruin now: once the spring has ended, who will come?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Archbishop Gyoson
Kurete yuku haru no minato wa shiranedomo kasumi ni otsuru Uji no shibafune
No one knows to what harbour the darkening spring is bound; and a brushwood boat drops down the Uji into the haze.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Jakuren
Konu made mo hana yue hito no mataretsuru haru mo kurenuru miyamabe no sato
No one came, and for the flowers' sake I found myself waiting all the same; and now the spring too has ended, here in the village deep in the hills.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Koretsuna
Isonokami Furu no wasada o uchikaeshi uramikanetaru haru no kure kana
As the early-rice field at Furu is turned and turned again, so I go over my grievance and cannot bring it out: the end of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Mate to iu ni tomaranu mono to shirinagara shiite zo oshiki haru no wakare wa
I know that saying wait will hold nothing back, and still, for all that, I grieve at parting from the spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shiba no to ni sasu ya hikage no nagori naku haru kurekakaru yama no ha no kumo
The sunlight on the brushwood door is gone without a trace, and the spring is going down into the cloud along the ridge.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kunaikyo
Asu yori wa Shiga no hanazono mare ni dani tare ka wa towamu haru no furusato
From tomorrow, who will come to the flower garden at Shiga, even now and then? This is spring's old home, and spring has gone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Haru sugite natsu kinikerashi shirotae no koromo hosu chō ama no kaguyama
Spring is over and summer has come, it seems: they say the white robes are spread to dry on Ama-no-Kaguyama.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Empress Jito
Oshimedomo tomaranu haru mo aru mono o iwanu ni kitaru natsugoromo kana
There is a spring that will not stay however we grieve; and here, unasked, is the summer robe, come and already on my back.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sosei Hoshi