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- Senzai Wakashu
Ama no gawa kokoro o kumite omou ni mo sode koso nurure akatsuki no sora
As I draw from the River of Heaven, fathoming the hearts of the parting lovers, it is my own sleeves that grow wet with tears beneath the dawn sky.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Morofusa
Aki kureba omoimidaruru karukaya no shitaba ya hito no kokoro naruran
When autumn comes, the kaya grass is tossed about like a heart in turmoil. Could its lower leaves be the hidden heart of a person?
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Moroyori
Oshinabete kusaba no ue o fuku kaze ni mazu shitaoruru nobe no karukaya
In the wind that sweeps evenly over the tops of all the grasses, the first to bend and break from below is the kaya grass of the fields.
Senzai Wakashu - Kai of Prince Sukehito's Household
Fumishidaki asa yuku shika ya sugitsuran shidoro ni miyuru noji no karukaya
Has a deer gone by in the morning, trampling as it went? The kaya grass along the field path lies all in disarray.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michitsune
Aki kinu to kaze mo tsugeteshi yamazato ni nao honomekasu hanasusuki kana
To this mountain village, where even the wind has already announced that autumn has come, the flowering pampas grass still gently hints at it.
Senzai Wakashu - Jōken
Ika nareba uwaba o wataru akikaze ni shitaore suran nobe no karukaya
Why is it that the kaya grass of the fields bends and breaks from below in the autumn wind that crosses only its upper leaves?
Senzai Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hito mo ga na mise mo kikase mo hagi no hana saku yūkage no higurashi no koe
If only someone were here to share it with me, so that I could show and let them hear the bush clover blooming in the evening light and the voice of the evening cicada.
Senzai Wakashu - Izumi Shikibu
Akiyama no fumoto o komuru iei ni wa susono no hagi zo magaki narikeru
For a house nestled at the foot of the autumn mountains, the bush clover blooming on the lower slopes serves as its very hedge.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Koreie
Miyagino no hagi ya ojika no tsuma naran hana sakishi yori koe no iro naru
Could the bush clover of Miyagino be the stag's wife? Ever since its flowers bloomed, his calling voice has taken on a lustrous color.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Kokoro o ba chigusa no iro ni somuredomo sode ni utsuru wa hagi ga hanazuri
Though my heart is dyed in the colors of the countless autumn grasses, the color that transfers onto my sleeves is that of the bush clover alone.
Senzai Wakashu - Chōkaku
Tsuyu shigeki ashita no hara no ominaeshi hitoeda oran sode wa nuru tomo
On the Plain of Morning, heavy with morning dew, I will pick a spray of maiden flowers, even if my sleeves are soaked.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Moroyori
Ominaeshi nabiku o mireba akikaze no fukikuru sue mo natsukashiki kana
Seeing the maiden flowers bend in the wind, I find my heart drawn even to the distant place from which the autumn wind is blowing.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Masakane
Ominaeshi namida ni tsuyu ya okisouru taoreba itodo sode no shioruru
Maiden flowers, does your dew settle upon my tears? When I pick you, my sleeves grow all the more drenched and limp.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinmitsu
Fuku kaze ni orefushinureba ominaeshi magaki zo hana no makura narikeru
Bent and laid low by the blowing wind, the maiden flowers have found that the hedge is their pillow.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yukiie
Yūsareba kaya ga shigemi ni nakikawasu mushi no ne o sae waketsutsu zo yuku
When evening comes, I make my way along, parting not only the thick grasses but even the voices of the insects calling to each other in them.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Morikata
Samazama ni kokoro zo tomaru Miyagino no hana no iroiro mushi no koegoe
In so many ways my heart is held fast at Miyagino: by the many colors of its flowers and the many voices of its insects.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori