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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Satsukiyama u no hanazukiyo hototogisu kikedomo akazu mata nakamu kamo
Hills in the fifth month, moonlight on the deutzia, the cuckoo: I hear it and cannot have my fill. Will it not sing again?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Onoga tsuma koitsutsu naku ya satsukiyami Kannabiyama no yamahototogisu
Is it longing for its mate that keeps it calling, the mountain cuckoo on Kannabi, in the rainy dark of the fifth month?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hototogisu hitokoe nakite inuru yo wa ikadeka hito no i o yasuku nuru
On a night when the cuckoo has cried once and gone, how is anyone to sleep at ease?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Hototogisu nakitsutsu izuru ashihiki no yamatonadeshiko sakinikerashi mo
The cuckoo comes calling down out of the hills: the pinks up there must have opened.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Futakoe to nakitsu to kikaba hototogisu koromo katashiki utatane wa semu
If I could hear you call a second time, cuckoo, I would spread one sleeve of my robe and doze a while.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Hototogisu mada uchitokenu shinobine wa konu hito o matsu ware nomi zo kiku
The cuckoo's voice, still guarded and low, is heard by no one but me, who am waiting for someone who will not come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Shirakawa
Kikite shimo nao zo nerarenu hototogisu machishi yogoro no kokoro narai ni
Even now that I have heard you, cuckoo, I cannot sleep: my heart has taken the habit, through all those nights of waiting.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Arihito
U no hana no kakine naranedo hototogisu tsuki no katsura no kage ni naku nari
There is no deutzia hedge here; and yet the cuckoo seems to be calling from the shade of the katsura tree in the moon.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Mukashi omou kusa no iori no yoru no ame ni namida na soe so yamahototogisu
Here in my grass hut, thinking of old days in the night rain, do not add your tears to it, cuckoo of the hills.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Ame sosoku hanatachibana ni kaze sugite yamahototogisu kumo ni naku nari
Rain pours on the orange blossom, the wind passes through it, and the mountain cuckoo seems to be calling somewhere in the clouds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kikade tada nenamashi mono o hototogisu nakanaka nari ya yowa no hitokoe
I should have gone to sleep and never heard it. That single cry in the depth of the night, cuckoo, was worse than none.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sagami
Taga sato mo toi mo ya kuru to hototogisu kokoro no kagiri machi zo wabinishi
Whosever house it might visit, I waited for the cuckoo with all my heart, until the waiting itself wore me out.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Murasaki Shikibu
Yo o kasane machikaneyama no hototogisu kumoi no yoso ni hitokoe zo kiku
Night after night I waited past all waiting, and from Machikane the cuckoo has given one cry, far off beyond the clouds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Suo no Naishi
Futakoe to kikazu wa ideji hototogisu ikuyo Akashi no tomari nari tomo
I will not put out until I have heard you call twice, cuckoo, however many nights I must lie awake at the Akashi anchorage.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinmichi
Hototogisu nao hitokoe wa omoiide yo Oiso no mori no yowa no mukashi o
Cuckoo, give one cry more, and remember with it the old midnights in the wood at Oiso.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Norimitsu
Hitokoe wa omoi zo aenu hototogisu tasogaredoki no kumo no mayoi ni
One cry, and I cannot have done with thinking of it: the cuckoo, at dusk, among the drifting confusion of the clouds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Hachijoin no Takakura