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- Senzai Wakashu
Atari sae suzushikarikeri Himuroyama makaseshi mizu no kōru nomi ka wa
How cool it is even all around Himuro, the mountain of icehouses! It is not only the water drawn inside that has frozen.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinyoshi
Yamakage ya iwa moru shimizu oto saete natsu no hoka naru higurashi no koe
In the mountain shade the spring trickling from the rocks sounds cold and clear, and the voice of the evening cicada seems to lie outside of summer.
Senzai Wakashu - Jien
Yū sareba tama iru kazu mo mienedomo seki no ogawa no oto zo suzushiki
When evening comes I can no longer see the beads of spray on the water, yet the stream by the barrier sounds so cool.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michitsune
Iwama moru shimizu o yado ni sekitomete hoka yori natsu o sugushitsuru kana
By damming at my house the clear spring that trickles from between the rocks, I have let the summer pass by outside, as something that has nothing to do with me.
Senzai Wakashu - Shun'e
Saranu dani hikari suzushiki natsu no yo no tsuki o shimizu ni yadoshite zo miru
The summer night's moon, whose light is cool enough already, I gaze upon reflected in the clear spring water.
Senzai Wakashu - Kenshō
Sekitomuru yamashitamizu ni migakurete sumikeru mono o aki no keshiki wa
Hidden in the water of the mountain stream I had dammed, the look of autumn had been dwelling there all along, as clear as the water itself.
Senzai Wakashu - Jikkai
Ware nagara hodo naki yo wa ya oshikaramu nao yama no ha ni ariake no tsuki
Do I myself so regret this brief summer night? Look: the moon still lingers at dawn upon the mountain rim.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tsuneie
Natsu no yo no tsuki no hikari wa sashinagara ika ni akenuru ama no to naran
The summer night's moon is still shining and heaven's door still barred; how is it, then, that night has dawned and that door been opened?
Senzai Wakashu - Hafuribe no Narinaka
Yūdachi no mada hareyaranu kumoma yori onaji sora to mo mienu tsuki kana
Through gaps in the clouds of the evening shower, not yet fully cleared, the moon shines as if this were not the same sky at all.
Senzai Wakashu - Shun'e
Kohagihara mada hana sakanu Miyagino no shika ya koyoi no tsuki ni nakuran
Are the deer of Miyagino, where the bush clover has not yet bloomed, crying out beneath tonight's moon as though it were autumn?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Atsunaka
Natsugoromo susono no hara o wakeyukeba oritagaetaru hagi ga hanazuri
As I push through the meadow on the mountain's skirts in my summer robe, bush clover that has mistaken its season prints its flowers on the cloth.
Senzai Wakashu - Kenshō
Akikaze wa nami to tomo ni ya koenuran madaki suzushiki Sue no Matsuyama
Has the autumn wind come crossing over together with the waves? It is summer still, yet already cool at Sue no Matsuyama.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Chikamori
Iwa tataku tani no mizu nomi otozurete natsu ni shirarenu miyamabe no sato
Only the valley water beating on the rocks comes calling here: a village by the deep mountains that summer never finds.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Norinaga
Iwama yori ochikuru taki no shiraito wa musubade miru mo suzushikarikeri
The white threads of the waterfall dropping from between the rocks are cool even to look at, without scooping them up in my hands.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Morikata
Kyō kureba asa no tachie ni yū kakete natsu minazuki no misogi o zo suru
Now that this day has come, I hang white mulberry cords on standing branches of hemp and perform the purification of Minazuki, when summer runs out.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suemichi
Itsu tote mo oshiku ya wa aranu toshitsuki o misogi ni sutsuru natsu no kure kana
When are the passing months and years ever not to be regretted? Yet at summer's close I cast them away with the purification.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei