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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Mado chikaki isasa muratake kaze fukeba aki ni odoroku natsu no yo no yume
When the wind blows through the small clump of bamboo by my window, I wake from a summer night's dream thinking that autumn has come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsugu
Musubu te ni kage midareyuku yama no i no akade mo tsuki no katabukinikeru
The moon's reflection scatters in the mountain spring each time I cup my hands; and before I had my fill of it the moon had sunk.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Jien
Kiyomigata tsuki wa tsurenaki ama no to o matade mo shiramu nami no ue kana
At Kiyomi Bay the moon will not set, and before the gate of heaven has opened the waves are already going white.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Kasanete mo suzushikarikeri natsugoromo usuki tamoto ni yadoru tsukikage
Even worn double it is cool, this summer robe: the moonlight has lodged in its thin sleeve.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Suzushisa wa aki ya kaerite Hatsusegawa furukawa no be no sugi no shitakage
Is it that autumn has come back? This coolness in the cedar shade along the old channel of the Hatsuse.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ariie
Michi no be ni shimizu nagaruru yanagikage shibashi tote koso tachitomaritsure
By the road, clear water running, and the shade of a willow: I stopped there, meaning to stay only a moment.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Yorare tsuru nomose no kusa no kagerohite suzushiku kumoru yūdachi no sora
The grass that lay wilted over the whole moor is in shadow now, and the sky clouds cool with a coming squall.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Onozukara suzushiku mo aru ka natsugoromo himo yūgure no ame no nagori ni
Of itself it has grown cool: the summer robe, its cords loosened as the day goes down, in what the rain has left behind.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Tsuyu sugaru niwa no tamazasa uchinabiki hitomura suginu yūdachi no kumo
The dew clings to the bamboo grass in the garden, the blades bend all together, and a single bank of squall cloud has gone by.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintsune
Tōchi ni wa yūdachi surashi hisakata no ama no kaguyama kumogakureyuku
Somewhere off in the distance a squall must be falling: Ama-no-Kaguyama is disappearing into cloud.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Niwa no omo wa mada kawakanu ni yūdachi no sora sarigenaku sumeru tsuki kana
The garden has not dried yet, and the sky that gave the squall is clear as though nothing had happened, with the moon in it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Yorimasa
Yūdachi no kumo mo tomaranu natsu no hi no katabuku yama ni higurashi no koe
Not a cloud of the squall remains, and as the summer sun goes down behind the hills, the evening cicadas are crying.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Yūzukuhi sasu ya iori no shiba no to ni sabishiku mo aru ka higurashi no koe
The evening sun falls on the brushwood door of the hut, and how lonely it is, the crying of the evening cicadas.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadayoshi
Aki chikaki keshiki no mori ni naku semi no namida no tsuyu ya shitaba somuramu
In the wood that already looks like autumn the cicadas cry: is it the dew of their tears that is colouring the lower leaves?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Naku semi no koe mo suzushiki yūgure ni aki o kaketaru mori no shitatsuyu
At this hour even the cicadas' crying sounds cool, and the dew under the trees has autumn in it already.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Nijoin no Sanuki
Izuchi to ka yoru wa hotaru no noboruramu yukukata shiranu kusa no makura ni
Where are they going, the fireflies that rise at night? And I, with grass for a pillow, do not know where I am bound.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Mibu no Tadami