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- Kinkaishu
Wata no hara yae no shioji ni tobu kari no tsubasa no nami ni akikaze zo fuku
Over the vast sea, on its far, many-layered paths of tide, the autumn wind blows on the waving wings of the flying geese.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kokonoe no kumoi o wakete hisakata no tsuki no miyako ni kari zo nakunaru
Parting the ninefold clouds of the high heavens, the wild geese seem to be crying in the capital of the moon.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nakiwataru kari no hakaze ni kumo kiete yo fukaki sora ni sumeru tsukikage
The wind of the wings of the crying geese sweeps the clouds away, and in the late-night sky the moonlight shines clear.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ama no to o akegata no sora ni naku kari no tsubasa no tsuyu ni yadoru tsukikage
In the sky of dawn, when heaven's door is opened, the geese cry as they fly—and in the dew upon their wings the moonlight lodges.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ama no hara furisakemireba masukagami kiyoki tsukuyo ni kari nakiwataru
When I lift my eyes to the heavens, across the moonlit night clear as a polished mirror the wild geese fly, crying.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nubatama no yo wa fukenurashi karigane no kikoyuru sora ni tsuki katabukinu
The night must have grown late—in the sky where the cries of the geese are heard, the moon has sunk low.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kari nakite akikaze samuku narinikeri hitori ya nenamu yoru no koromo usushi
The wild geese cry, and the autumn wind has turned cold. Must I sleep alone tonight? My night robes are so thin.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Akikaze ni yama tobikoyuru hatsukari no tsubasa ni wakuru mine no shirakumo
Riding the autumn wind over the mountains, the first wild geese part with their wings the white clouds on the peaks.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ashihiki no yama tobikoyuru aki no kari ikue no kiri o shinogikinuramu
O autumn geese flying over the mountains—through how many layers of mist must you have struggled to come here?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Karigane wa tomo madowaseri shigaraki ya maki no somayama kiri tataru rashi
The geese have lost their companions—on the cedar-covered timber hills of Shigaraki, the mist must be rising.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsuma kouru shika zo nakunaru ogurayama yama no yūgiri tachinikemu kamo
I hear a stag crying, longing for his mate—has the evening mist risen over Mount Ogura?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Yū sareba kiri tachikurashi ogurayama yama no tokage ni shika zo nakunaru
When evening comes, the mist rises and darkens Mount Ogura, and in the shadows of the mountain I hear a stag cry.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kumo no iru kozue haruka ni kiri komete takashi no yama ni shika zo nakunaru
Mist has closed in over the treetops far off where the clouds hang, and on lofty Mount Takashi I hear a stag cry.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsuki o nomi aware to omou sayo fukete miyamagakure ni shika zo nakunaru
As I sat thinking only how moving the moon was, the night grew late, and from deep in the hills, hidden, a stag began to cry.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sayo fukuru mama ni toyama no ko no ma yori sasou ka tsuki o hitori naku shika
As the night grows late, from among the trees of the near hills—is it calling to the moon, that stag crying all alone?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Asa madaki ono no tsuyujimo samukereba aki o tsurashi to shika zo nakunaru
Early, before full dawn, the frosty dew on the moor is so cold that a stag cries out, finding autumn cruel.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo