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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Tachibana no hana chiru noki no shinobugusa mukashi o kakete tsuyu zo koboruru
Under the eaves where the orange sheds its flowers grows the fern of remembrance, and, with the past in mind, the dew comes spilling down.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadayoshi
Satsukiyami mijikaki yowa no utatane ni hanatachibana no sode ni suzushiki
In the rainy dark of the fifth month, dozing through the short night, I find the orange blossom's scent lying cool on my sleeve.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Tazunubeki hito wa nokiba no furusato ni sore ka to kaoru niwa no tachibana
The one who should have come does not; and at the eaves of this old house the orange in the garden gives a scent that might be his.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hototogisu hanatachibana no ka o tomete naku wa mukashi no hito ya koishiki
The cuckoo seeks out the scent of the orange blossom and cries: is it longing for someone it knew long ago?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tachibana no niou atari no utatane wa yume mo mukashi no sode no ka zo suru
Dozing where the orange is in scent, I find that even my dream carries the fragrance of the sleeves of someone long ago.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Daughter of Fujiwara no Shunzei
Kotoshi yori hana sakisomuru tachibana no ikade mukashi no ka ni nioramu
This orange has only begun to flower this year: how does it come to have the scent of the old days?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Yūgure wa izure no kumo no nagori tote hanatachibana ni kaze no fukuramu
At evening, of which cloud is it the remnant, this wind that blows across the orange blossom?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Hototogisu satsuki minazuki wakikanete yasurau koe zo sora ni kikoyuru
The cuckoo cannot tell the fifth month from the sixth, and its hesitating voice is heard up in the sky.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Kunizane
Niwa no omo wa tsuki moranu made narinikeri kozue ni natsu no kage shigeritsutsu
The garden has come to be a place the moonlight cannot reach, the summer shade thickening on in the branches overhead.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Shirakawa
Waga yado no sotomo ni tateru nara no ha no shigemi ni suzumu natsu wa kinikeri
In the thick leaves of the oak that stands outside my house I take the cool: summer has come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Egyo
Ukaibune aware to zo omou mononofu no yaso Ujikawa no yūyami no sora
The cormorant boats move me: the sky at dusk over the Uji, river of the eighty warrior clans.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Ukaibune takase sashikosu hodo nare ya musubōreyuku kagaribi no kage
Are the cormorant boats poling over the shallows? The light of the fishing fires goes tangled and unsteady.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Jakuren
Ōigawa kagari sashiyuku ukaibune ikuse ni natsu no yo o akasuramu
The cormorant boats go down the Oi with their torches raised: at how many shallows will they pass the summer night?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Hisakata no naka naru kawa no ukaibune ika ni chigirite yami o matsuramu
The cormorant boats on the river of heaven: what promise have they made, that they wait for a dark night?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Teika
Isaribi no mukashi no hikari hono miete Ashiya no sato ni tobu hotaru kana
Faintly the old light of the fishing fires shows again: fireflies over the village of Ashiya.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Mado chikaki take no ha susabu kaze no oto ni itodo mijikaki utatane no yume
The wind runs over the bamboo leaves close by my window, and at that sound the dream of my light sleep is shorter still.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi