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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Tsuki sayuru Mitarashigawa ni kage miete kōri ni sureru yamaai no sode
In the Mitarashi River, where the moon shines cold and clear, the dancers' reflections appear—sleeves of mountain indigo, as though printed upon ice.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Yūshide no kaze ni midaruru oto saete niwa shirotae ni yuki zo tsumoreru
The sound of bark-cloth streamers tossed in the wind rings cold and clear, and in the shrine yard the snow lies piled pure white.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinmichi
Kimi o inoru kokoro no iro o hito towaba Tadasu no miya no ake no tamagaki
If anyone should ask the color of my heart as I pray for my sovereign, it is the vermilion of the sacred fence at Tadasu Shrine.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Ato tareshi kami ni aoi no nakariseba nani ni tanomi o kakete sugimashi
Had there been no day to meet the god who manifested here, no aoi leaves, on what could I have hung my hopes to live out my days?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kamo no Shigeyasu
Ōmita no uruou bakari sekikakete iseki ni otose kawakami no kami
O god of the upper river, dam the waters and let them fall into the weirs, enough to soak the honored rice fields.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kamo no Yukihira
Ishikawa no Semi no Ogawa no kiyokereba tsuki mo nagare o tazunete zo sumu
Because the little Semi stream of the stony river runs so pure, the moon too seeks out its current and dwells there, shining clear.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kamo no Chomei
Yorozuyo o inori zo kakuru yūdasuki Kasuga no yama no mine no arashi ni
Praying for ten thousand ages, I hang this sacred cord of bark cloth, amid the gale that sweeps the peak of Mount Kasuga.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sukenaka
Kyō matsuru kami no kokoro ya nabikuran shide ni nami tatsu Saho no kawakaze
Is the heart of the god we worship today bending toward us? The wind off the Saho River raises waves in the paper streamers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kujō Kanezane
Ame no shita Mikasa no yama no kage narade tanomu kata naki mi to wa shirazu ya
Do you not know that, but for the shelter of Mount Mikasa, which covers all beneath heaven like a hat, I have no one to rely on?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Kujō Kanezane
Kasugano no odoro no michi no umoremizu sue dani kami no shirushi arawase
I am like water buried along the bramble-choked path of Kasuga Plain; if only for those who come after, O god, reveal your sign.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Chiyo made mo kokoro shite fuke momijiba o kami mo Oshio no yamaoroshi no kaze
Blow with care for a thousand ages, wind sweeping down from Mount Oshio, for even the god holds these crimson leaves dear.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Koreie
Oshioyama kami no shirushi o matsu no ha ni chigirishi iro wa kaeru mono ka wa
On Mount Oshio the god pledged the sign of blessing to the needles of the pine—could that pledged color ever change? Never.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Yawaraguru kage zo fumoto ni kumori naki moto no hikari wa mine ni sumedomo
It is the softened light that shines unclouded at the mountain's foot, though the original light dwells, clear, upon the peak.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Waga tanomu nana no yashiro no yūdasuki kakete mo mutsu no michi ni kaesu na
Gods of the Seven Shrines in whom I trust, as I hang on you like a sacred cord of bark, never send me back to wander the Six Paths of rebirth.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Oshinabete Hiyoshi no kage wa kumoranu ni namida ayashiki kinō kyō kana
The light of Hiyoshi shines unclouded upon all alike, yet how strangely my tears have flowed, yesterday and today.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Morobito no negai o Mitsu no hamakaze ni kokoro suzushiki shide no oto kana
In the breeze from the shore at Mitsu, where the prayers of all are fulfilled, how cool and fresh to the heart is the sound of the sacred streamers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien