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- Kinyo Wakashu
Kaminazuki shigururu mama ni kurabuyama shitateru bakari momiji shinikeri
In the Tenth Month, as the winter showers fall again and again, Mount Kurabu has turned so brilliantly red that it glows even in the shade beneath its trees.
Shiguretsutsu katsu chiru yama no momijiba o ika ni fuku yo no arashi naruramu
Even as the showers keep coloring them, the mountain's red leaves are falling; how, I wonder, is the night storm blowing upon them?
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisue
Yamakawa no mizu wa masarade shigure ni wa momiji no iro zo fukaku narikeru
The water of the mountain stream does not rise, yet with the winter showers it is the color of the autumn leaves that grows deeper.
Kinyo Wakashu - Yoen
Kaminazuki shigure no ame no furu mama ni iroiro ni naru suzukayama kana
In the Tenth Month, as the rain of the winter showers keeps falling, Mount Suzuka turns to so many different colors.
Momiji chiru yama wa akigiri hare seneba tatsuta no kawa no nagare o zo miru
Autumn mist will not clear from the mountain where the leaves are falling, so instead I gaze at the current of the Tatsuta River, where the fallen leaves drift.
Ōigawa momiji o wataru ikadashi wa sao ni nishiki o kakete koso mire
The raftsman crossing the red leaves on the Ōi River looks as though he has hung brocade upon his pole.
Mimuroyama momiji chiru rashi tabibito no suge no ogasa ni nishiki orikaku
On Mount Mimuro the autumn leaves must be falling, for they are weaving brocade upon the traveler's little sedge hat.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Nayotake no oto ni zo sode o kazukitsuru nurenu ni koso wa kaze to shirinure
At the rustling of the slender bamboo, I drew my sleeve over my head, thinking it a shower; only when I did not get wet did I realize it was the wind.
Nanigoto ni aki hatenagara saoshika no omoikaeshite tsuma o kouramu
Why is it that, though autumn has ended and his love should have worn out with it, the stag thinks again and once more cries for his mate?
Tatsutagawa shigarami kakete kannabi no mimuro no yama no momiji o zo miru
Setting a weir across the Tatsuta River, I gaze upon the autumn leaves of sacred Mount Mimuro, caught there as they drift down.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Hio no yoru kawase ni miyuru ajirogi wa tatsu shiranami no utsu ni ya aruramu
The weir stakes seen in the shallows where the ice fish gather, could it be that the rising white waves have driven them in?
Kinyo Wakashu - Kyōgoku Kanpaku-ke no Higo
Tsuki kiyomi seze no ajiro ni yoru hio wa tamamo ni sayuru kōri narikeri
The moon shines so clearly that the ice fish gathered at the weirs in every shallow turn out to be ice frozen cold upon the river weeds.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Tabine suru yodoko saetsutsu akenu rashi tokata zo kane no koe kikoyu nari
The bed where I sleep on my journey grows colder and colder; dawn must have come, for from far away I hear the sound of a temple bell.
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Awajishima kayou chidori no naku koe ni ikuyo nezamenu suma no sekimori
How many nights has he been woken by the cries of the plovers that fly to and from Awaji Island, the keeper of the barrier at Suma?
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Kanemasa
Takasebune sao no oto ni zo shirarekeru ashima no kōri hitoe shinikeri
By the sound of the shallow boat's pole I came to know it: among the reeds, ice has formed in a single thin layer.
Tanigawa no yodomi ni musubu kōri koso miru hito mo naki kagami narikere
The ice formed in the still pools of the valley stream is truly a mirror that no one comes to look into.