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- Sankashu
Tsune yori mo aki ni Naruo no matsukaze wa wakite mi ni shimu kokochi koso sure
More than at any ordinary time, the wind in the pines at Naruo, now that autumn has come, seems to pierce me to the very body.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Isogi okite niwa no kogusa no tsuyu fuman yasashiki kazu ni hito ya omou to
I will hurry out of bed and walk through the dew on the little grasses of the garden, wondering whether people might count me among those of refined feeling.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kurenu meri kyō machitsukete tanabata wa ureshiki ni mo ya tsuyu koboruran
The day seems to have darkened. Having waited at last for this day, is the Weaver Maiden letting fall dewdrops of tears, even out of joy?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ama no gawa kyō no nanuka wa nagaki yo no tameshi ni mo hiki imi mo shitsu beshi
This seventh day at the River of Heaven is one we might cite as an example of a bond that lasts through long ages, and yet one we ought also to shun as ill-omened.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Fune yosuru ama no kawabe no yūgure wa suzushiki kaze ya fukiwataruran
At dusk on the banks of the River of Heaven, where the boat draws in to shore, is a cool wind blowing all across it now?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Machitsukete ureshikaruran tanabata no kokoro no uchi zo sora ni shiraruru
The hearts of the two Tanabata stars, surely happy now that they have waited for this day at last, make themselves known to me in the look of the sky.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sasagani no kumode ni kakete hiku ito ya kyō tanabata ni kasasagi no hashi
The threads the spider draws and stretches out in every direction: are they the magpies' bridge, laid across the sky for Tanabata today?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Yūtsuyu o haraeba sode ni tama kiete michi wakekanuru ono no hagiwara
When I brush off the evening dew, the jewels of it vanish on my sleeves, and I can hardly make my way through this field of bush clover.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sueba fuku kaze wa nomose ni wataru tomo araku wa wakeji hagi no shitatsuyu
Though the wind that blows the tips of the leaves may sweep across the whole moor, I will not push roughly through, so as to spare the dew beneath the bush clover.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Itosusuki nuwarete shika no fusu nobe ni hokorobiyasuki fujibakama kana
On the moor where the deer lie as if sewn in among slender, thread-like pampas grass, the mistflower, so quick to come apart at the seams, is bursting into bloom.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Orade yuku sode ni mo tsuyu zo koborekeru hagi no ha shigeki nobe no hosomichi
Even on my sleeves, as I pass by without breaking off a single spray, the dew has spilled, along this narrow path through the moor where the bush clover grows thick.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ho ni izuru miyama ga suso no murasusuki magaki ni komete kakou akigiri
The clustered pampas grass, putting forth its plumes at the foot of the deep mountains, is shut in by the autumn mist as if within a woven fence.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Midare saku nobe no hagiwara wakekurete tsuyu ni mo sode o sometekeru kana
I wandered through the fields where bush clover blooms in wild profusion until the day grew dark, and even by its dew my sleeves have been dyed with its colors.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Sakisowan tokoro no nobe ni araba ya wa hagi yori hoka no hana mo miru beki
If there were any room in the moor for other flowers to bloom beside them, then I might see flowers other than bush clover; but there is none.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Wakete iru niwa shimo yagate nobe nareba hagi no sakari o waga mono ni miru
Since the very garden I make my way into is itself the open moor, I can look upon the bush clover in full bloom as if it were all my own.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kyō zo shiru sono e ni arau karanishiki hagi saku nobe ni arikeru mono o
Only today have I learned it: the Chinese brocade that is washed in that far-off river was here all along, in these fields where the bush clover blooms.
Sankashu - Saigyō