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- Shui Wakashu
Fuyu no ike no ue wa kōri ni tojirarete ikade ka tsuki no soko ni iru ran
The surface of the winter pond is sealed beneath the ice—how, then, does the moon find its way into its depths?
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ama no hara sora sae sae ya wataru ran kōri to miyuru fuyu no yo no tsuki
Is even the vast sky chilled through and through? The moon on this winter night looks just like ice.
Shui Wakashu - Egyō
Miyako nite mezurashi to miru hatsuyuki wa yoshino no yama ni furi ya shinu ran
The first snow, which we in the capital look upon as a rare sight—has it already fallen on the hills of Yoshino?
Shui Wakashu - Minamoto no Kageakira
Furu hodo mo hakanaku miyuru awayuki no urayamashiku mo uchitokuru kana
The light snow, so fleeting even as it falls, melts away so readily—how I envy it, when your heart will not soften toward me.
Shui Wakashu - Kiyohara no Motosuke
Ashihiki no yamai ni fureru shirayuki wa sureru koromo no kokochi koso sure
The white snow fallen in the folds of the mountains looks just like a robe printed with mountain indigo.
Shui Wakashu - Ise
Yoru naraba tsuki to zo mimashi waga yado no niwa shirotae ni fureru shirayuki
Were it night, I would have taken it for moonlight—the white snow that has fallen and turned my garden pure white.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Waga yado no yuki ni tsukete zo furusato no yoshino no yama wa omoiyararuru
The snow at my own house sets my thoughts going, unbidden, to the hills of Yoshino, that old home of former days.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Ware hitori koshi no yamaji ni koshikadomo yuki furinikeru ato o miru kana
Though I came alone along the mountain road of Koshi, I find old tracks where the snow has fallen.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suketada
Toshi fureba koshi no shirayama oinikeri ōku no fuyu no yuki tsumoritsutsu
With the passing of the years, Shirayama in Koshi has grown old and white-haired, as the snows of so many winters have piled up on it.
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadami
Miwataseba matsu no ha shiroki yoshinoyama ikuyo tsumoreru yuki ni ka aru ran
As I look out over Mount Yoshino, even the pine needles are white—through how many ages has this snow been piling up?
Shui Wakashu - Taira no Kanemori
Yamazato wa yuki furitsumite michi mo nashi kyō kon hito o aware to wa min
In this mountain village the snow has piled so deep that there is no path; anyone who comes to visit today I shall truly hold dear.
Shui Wakashu - Taira no Kanemori
Ashihiki no yamaji mo shirazu shirakashi no eda ni mo ha ni mo yuki no furereba
I can no longer make out the mountain path, for snow has fallen on the white oaks, on their branches and their leaves alike.
Shui Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Shirayuki no furishiku toki wa miyoshino no yamashitakaze ni hana zo chirikeru
When white snow falls and blankets everything, blossoms seem to scatter on the wind that blows down from the mountains of fair Yoshino.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Hito shirezu haru o koso mate harau beki hito naki yado ni fureru shirayuki
Unknown to anyone, it waits for spring to come—the white snow fallen on a house where there is no one left to sweep it away.
Shui Wakashu - Taira no Kanemori
Atarashiki haru sae chikaku nariyukeba furi nomi masaru toshi no yuki kana
As even the new spring draws near, the snow of the year's end only falls the more, as the year itself grows old.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Umegae ni furitsumu yuki wa hitotose ni futatabi sakeru hana ka to zo miru
The snow piled on the branches of the plum tree looks to me like flowers blooming a second time within the same year.
Shui Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō