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Waga seko ni koite subenami harusame no furu waki shirazu idete koshi ka mo
Longing for you so helplessly, I came out without even noticing that the spring rain was falling.
Imasara ni kimi wa iyukaji harusame no kokoro o hito no shirazu aranaku ni
Surely you will not go out now, at this late hour. It is not as though one could fail to know the heart of the spring rain, which falls to keep you here.
Harusame ni koromo wa itaku tōrame ya nanuka shi furaba nanuka koji to ya
Could the spring rain really soak your robe right through? If it rains for seven days, do you mean you will not come for seven days?
Ume no hana chirasu harusame itaku furu tabi ni ya kimi ga iori seruramu
The spring rain that scatters the plum blossoms is falling hard. Are you, on your journey, staying somewhere in a makeshift hut?
Kuzura ga haruna tsumuramu shima no no no shibashiba kimi o omou kono koro
As the Kuzu folk must now be picking spring greens on the fields of Shima, so often, often I think of you these days.
Harukusa no shigeki aga koi ōumi no he ni yuku nami no chie ni tsumorinu
My love, dense as the grasses of spring, has piled up a thousandfold, like the waves that roll toward the shores of the great sea.
Ōhoshiku kimi o aimite suga no ne no nagaki haruhi o koiwataru ka mo
Having seen you only dimly, I go on longing for you through the spring days, long as the roots of sedge.
Ume no hana sakite chirinaba wagimoko o komu ka koji ka to waga matsu no ki zo
If the plum blossoms bloom and scatter, I will still be waiting for my beloved, wondering whether she will come or not—I am the pine tree that waits.
Shiramayumi ima haruyama ni yuku kumo no yuki ya wakaremu koishiki mono o
Like the clouds that drift now over the spring hills, must we part and go our separate ways—though I long for you so?
Masurao no fushii nagekite tsukuritaru shidariyanagi no kazura se wagimo
I, a stalwart man, made this garland of weeping willow while lying down, sitting up, and sighing—wear it in your hair, my darling.
Asatode no kimi ga sugata o yoku mizute nagaki haruhi o koi ya kurasamu
I did not see you clearly as you went out the door at dawn—must I now spend this long spring day in longing?
Haruyama no ashibi no hana no ashikaranu kimi ni wa shieya yosoru tomo yoshi
Like the ashibi blossoms on the spring hills, you are not bad at all—so, let it be, I don't mind if people link my name with yours.
Isonokami furu no kamusugi kamubinishi ware ya sarasara koi ni ainikeru
Like the sacred cedar at Furu in Isonokami, I have grown old and venerable—and yet, of all things, have I now met with love again?
Sanokata wa mi ni narazu tomo hana nomi ni sakite mie koso koi no nagusa ni
O sanokata, even if you bear no fruit, at least bloom and show me your flowers, as a comfort for my love.
Sanokata wa mi ni narinishi o imasara ni harusame furite hana sakame ya mo
The sanokata has already turned to fruit—so now, even if the spring rain falls, how could it bloom again?
Azusayumi hikitsu no he naru nanoriso no hana saku made ni awanu kimi ka mo
Until the nanoriso seaweed by the shores of Hikitsu comes into flower, you do not come to meet me.