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- Gosen Wakashu
Ura chikaku tatsu akigiri wa moshio yaku keburi to nomi zo miewatarikeru
The autumn mist rising near the bay looks, as far as the eye can see, like nothing but the smoke of seaweed burned for salt.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Oru kara ni waga na wa tachinu ominaeshi iza onajiku wa hanabana ni mimu
Merely for picking you, maiden flower, rumors have spread about me—well then, if it is all the same, let me gaze on you to my heart's content.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Okikaze
Aki no no no tsuyu ni okaruru ominaeshi harau hito nami nuretsutsu ya furu
The maiden flower in the autumn fields, weighed with dew—with no one to brush it away, does she pass her days soaked through?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ominaeshi hana no kokoro no ada nareba aki ni nomi koso aiwatarikere
The maiden flower's heart is fickle, and so it is only in autumn that it has gone on meeting anyone.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Samidare ni nurenishi sode ni itodoshiku tsuyu okisouru aki no wabishisa
On sleeves already drenched by the early summer rains, the dew of autumn settles all the more—how desolate this autumn is.
Gosen Wakashu - Minamoto no Shūshi
Ōkata mo aki wa wabishiki toki naredo tsuyukekaruran sode o shi zo omou
Autumn is a desolate season for everyone, yet it is your sleeves, surely damp with dew, that I think of.
Gosen Wakashu - Emperor Daigo
Shiratsuyu no kawaru mo nani ka oshikaran arite no nochi mo yaya uki mono o
Why should I mourn that the white dew changes and fades? Even if it lingers on, it only grows more sorrowful little by little.
Gosen Wakashu - Retired Emperor Uda
Uetatete kimi ga shime yuu hana nareba tama to miete ya tsuyu mo okuran
Since this is a flower you planted and marked as your own, surely the dew too settles on it so as to look like jewels.
Gosen Wakashu - Ise
Orite miru sode sae nururu ominaeshi tsuyukeki mono to ima ya shiruran
Even my sleeves, as I pick it to look, are drenched—maiden flower, do you know now how wet with dew such a thing can be?
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Morosuke
Yorozuyo ni kakaran tsuyu o ominaeshi nani omou to ka madaki nururan
This dew should cling to you for ten thousand ages, maiden flower—what are you thinking, to be wet so soon?
Gosen Wakashu - Taifu
Oki akasu tsuyu no yonayona henikereba madaki nuru to mo omowazarikeri
Night after night I have stayed up till dawn, as the dew settles, so I never thought of myself as wet too soon.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Morosuke
Ima wa haya uchitokenubeki shiratsuyu no kokoro oku made yo o ya henikeru
By now we should have melted into each other—have so many nights passed that, like settling white dew, your heart has come to hold me at a distance?
Gosen Wakashu - Taifu
Shiratsuyu no ue wa tsurenaku okiitsutsu hagi no shitaba no iro o koso mire
Like the white dew that settles coolly on the surface of the leaves, I stay up night after night seeming indifferent, yet I watch the color deepening in the lower leaves of the bush clover.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kokoro naki mi wa kusaba ni mo aranaku ni aki kuru kaze ni utagawaruran
I am no heartless blade of grass—so why should I be suspected, as though I changed color in the wind that autumn brings?
Gosen Wakashu - Ise
Hito wa isa koto zo to mo naki nagame ni zo ware wa tsuyukeki aki mo shiraruru
Who knows about you—but in this brooding, as idle as the long rains, I have come to know how dewy, how tearful, autumn is.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Hanasusuki ho ni izuru koto mo naki yado wa mukashi shinobu no kusa o koso mire
In my house, which never puts forth a showy plume like pampas grass, all I see is the longing fern that recalls the past.
Gosen Wakashu - Chūgū no Senji