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- Senzai Wakashu
Aki kureba yado ni tomaru o tabine nite nobe koso tsune no sumika narikere
Now that autumn has come, staying at my own house feels like sleeping on a journey, and the fields have become my usual home.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Nowaki suru nobe no keshiki o miru toki wa kokoro naki hito araji to zo omou
When I look at the fields swept by the autumn gale, I think there can be no one without a heart for beauty.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suemichi
Yūsareba nobe no akikaze mi ni shimite uzura naku nari Fukakusa no sato
As evening falls, the autumn wind across the fields pierces me to the bone, and I hear the quail crying in the village of Fukakusa.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Nani to naku mono zo kanashiki Sugawara ya Fushimi no sato no aki no yūgure
Without knowing why, I am filled with sadness: the autumn twilight in the village of Fushimi at Sugawara.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Samazama no hana o ba yado ni utsushiuetsu shika no ne sasoe nobe no akikaze
I have already transplanted all kinds of flowers into my garden; now, autumn wind of the fields, bring me the voices of the deer as well.
Senzai Wakashu - Kujō Kanezane
Aki no no no chigusa no iro ni utsuroeba hana zo kaerite tsuyu o somekeru
Because the dew on the autumn fields takes on the colors of all the many grasses, it is the flowers, contrary to what we think, that dye the dew.
Senzai Wakashu - Cloistered Prince Shukaku
Kusaki made aki no aware o shinobeba ya no ni mo yama ni mo tsuyu koboruran
Is it because even the trees and grasses feel the sorrow of autumn deeply that dew spills over the fields and mountains like tears?
Senzai Wakashu - Jien
Hakanasa o waga mi no ue ni yosoureba tamoto ni kakaru aki no yūtsuyu
When I compare the frailty of the dew to my own life, the autumn evening dew falls upon my sleeves.
Senzai Wakashu - Taikenmon-in no Horikawa
Tatsutahime kazashi no tama no o o yowami midarenikeri to miyuru shiratsuyu
The white dew looks as though the cord threading the jewels in Princess Tatsuta's hair had grown too weak and broken, scattering them in disarray.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Yūmagure ogi fuku kaze no oto kikeba tamoto yori koso tsuyu wa koborure
In the dim twilight, when I hear the wind blowing through the reeds, it is from my own sleeves, before anywhere else, that the dew spills down.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Suetsune
Ōkata no tsuyu ni wa nani no naru naran tamoto ni oku wa namida narikeri
What, I wonder, is it that becomes the ordinary dew? The dew that settles on my sleeves, I find, is my own tears.
Senzai Wakashu - Saigyō
Hanasusuki maneku wa saga to shirinagara todomaru mono wa kokoro narikeri
I know well that the pampas plumes beckon only because it is their nature, yet what lingers on here in Saga is my own heart.
Senzai Wakashu - Dōmyō
Toki shimo are aki furusato ni kite mireba niwa wa nobe to mo narinikeru kana
Of all times, it was in autumn that I came back to my old home, and I found that the garden had turned into an open field.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō
Yado karete ikuka mo aranu ni shika no naku aki no nobe to mo narinikeru kana
Though only a few days have passed since I left my house, the garden has withered and become an autumn field where deer cry.
Senzai Wakashu - Koben
Ima wa shimo ho ni idenuran Azumaji no Iwata no ono no shino no osusuki
By now, surely, the slender pampas grass in the little field of Iwata along the eastern road must be putting forth its plumes.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Koreie
Yūsareba ono no asajiu tama chirite kokoro kudakuru kaze no oto kana
When evening falls, the dewdrop jewels scatter over the cogon grass of the field, and the sound of the wind shatters my heart.
Senzai Wakashu - Kujō Kanezane