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Utatane no yoru no koromo ni kaorunari mono omou yado no noki no tachibana
Fragrance steals onto the night robes in which I doze—the mandarin orange by the eaves of the house where I sit lost in thought.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sode nurete kyō fuku yado no ayamegusa izure no numa ni ta ka hikikemu
The irises thatched today on this house, with sleeves soaked by rain—from what marsh, and by whose hand, were they pulled?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Samidare ni mizu masaruramu ayamegusa ureba kakurete karu hito mo nashi
The waters must be rising with the early-summer rains—the irises are hidden to the tips of their leaves, and no one comes to cut them.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Samidare wa kokoro aranamu kumoma yori idekuru tsuki o mateba kurushimo
O early-summer rain, have some heart—waiting for the moon to emerge from between the clouds is so painful.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Satsukiyama obotsukanaki o yūzukuyo kogakurete nomi shika ya matsuramu
The fifth-month mountains are dim and uncertain—under the evening moon, do the hunters wait for the deer, hidden all the while among the trees?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yukashikuba yukite mo mimase yukishima no iwao ni ouru nadeshiko no hana
If you long to see them, go and look for yourself—the pinks that grow among the rocks of Yukishima.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sayo fukete hasu no ukiha no tsuyu no ue ni tama to miru made yadoru tsukikage
Late in the night, upon the dew on the floating lotus leaves, the moonlight lodges, so that it looks like a jewel.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Iwa kuguru mizu ni ya aki no tatsutagawa kawakaze suzushi natsu no yūgure
Has autumn already risen in the water slipping between the rocks? The wind off the Tatsuta River blows cool in the summer dusk.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kakitsubata ouru sawabe ni tobu hotaru kazu koso masare aki ya chikakemu
Over the marsh where the irises grow, the flying fireflies keep increasing in number—is autumn drawing near?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Natsuyama ni nakunaru semi no kogakurete aki chikashi to ya koe mo oshimamu
The cicadas I hear singing, hidden among the trees of the summer hills—knowing autumn is near, do they cling to their voices with regret?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Izumigawa hahaso no mori ni naku semi no koe no sumeru wa natsu no fukasa ka
The cicadas singing in the oak grove by the Izumi River—is it because summer has grown deep that their voices sound so clear?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Natsu fukami omoi mo kakenu utatane no yoru no koromo ni akikaze zo fuku
Summer has grown so deep that, unexpectedly, the autumn wind blows upon the night robes in which I doze.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Aki chikaku naru shirushi ni ya tamasudare kosu no ma tōshi kaze zo suzushiki
Is it a sign that autumn is drawing near? Through the gaps in the jewelled blinds, the wind blows cool.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Natsu wa tada koyoi bakari to omoine no yumeji ni suzushi aki no hatsukaze
Thinking that summer had only this one night left, I fell asleep—and cool along the path of my dreams blew the first wind of autumn.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kinō made hana no chiru o zo oshimikoshi yume ka utsutsu ka natsu mo kurenikeri
Until just yesterday I was grieving over the falling blossoms—is this a dream or reality? Summer, too, has come to its end.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Misogi suru kawase ni kurenu natsu no hi no iriai no kane no sono koe ni yori
At the river shallows where they purify themselves, the summer day has ended—I know it by the voice of the sunset bell.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo