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- Kinyo Wakashu
Samo koso wa miyako koishiki tabi narame shika no ne ni sae nururu sode kana
It is true that on this journey I long for the capital, yet now even the cry of the deer wets my sleeves with tears.
Yo no naka o aki hatenu to ya saoshika no ima wa arashi no yama ni nakuramu
Thinking himself weary of the world, as autumn too draws to its end, does the stag now cry out on the storm-swept mountain where he can no longer stay?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akinaka
Shiratsuyu to hito wa iedomo nobe mireba oku hana goto ni iro zo kawareru
People call it white dew, yet when I look across the fields, its color changes with every flower it rests on.
Kinyo Wakashu - Kyōgoku Kanpaku-ke no Higo
Kohagihara niou sakari wa shiratsuyu mo iroiro ni koso miewatarikere
When the bush clover field is in the glory of its bloom, even the white dew appears in many colors across the whole plain.
Kinyo Wakashu - Gyōson
Shirasuge no mano no hagihara tsuyu nagara oritsuru sode zo hito na togame so
My sleeves are wet because I picked the bush clover of Mano, where white sedge grows, with the dew still on it; let no one question why they are wet.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Ominaeshi sakeru nobe ni zo yadorinuru hana no na tate ni nari ya shinuramu
I have spent the night in a meadow where maiden flowers bloom. Will the very name of the flower set rumors about me going?
Kinyo Wakashu - Ryūgen
Yūtsuyu no tamakazura shite ominaeshi nohara no kaze ni ore ya shinuramu
Wearing the beads of evening dew like a jeweled hair ornament, has the maiden flower been snapped by the wind blowing over the field?
Shiratsuyu ya kokoro okuramu ominaeshi iromeku nobe ni hito kayou tote
Is the white dew uneasy as it lies upon the maiden flower, because people keep coming to the meadow where she blooms so alluringly?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Ominaeshi yo no ma no kaze ni orefushite kesa shiratsuyu ni kokoro okaru na
Maiden flower, though you lie bent and broken by the wind that came in the night, do not let the white dew of this morning make you uneasy.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Sahogawa no migiwa ni sakeru fujibakama nami no yorite ya kakemu to suramu
The fujibakama blooming on the banks of the Saho River: do the waves draw near, twisting their threads, to hang it up like a garment?
Kari ni kuru hito mo kiyo to ya fujibakama aki no no goto ni shika no tatsuramu
Is it so that those who come to hunt may wear the fujibakama, if only for a while, that on every autumn field the deer stand as though cutting the cloth?
Sasagani no ito no tojime ya ada naramu hokorobiwataru fujibakama kana
Did the spider tie off its thread too carelessly at the end of the seam? Everywhere the fujibakama is coming apart into bloom.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Akinaka
Adashino no tsuyu fukimidaru akikaze ni nabiki mo aenu ominaeshi kana
In the autumn wind that scatters the dew across the moor of Adashino, the maiden flower cannot even bend fully and sways helplessly.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Yuku hito o maneku ka nobe no hanasusuki koyoi mo koko ni tabine seyo to ya
Is the plume grass in the field beckoning the traveler, bidding him spend another night here on his journey?
Uzura naku mano no irie no hamakaze ni obana nami yoru aki no yūgure
In the shore wind at the inlet of Mano, where quail call, the plume grass ripples like waves in the autumn dusk.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Ujigawa no kawase mo mienu yūgiri ni maki no shimabito fune yobau nari
In the evening mist so thick that even the shallows of the Uji River are hidden, I hear someone from the isle of Maki calling for a boat.