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- Shika Wakashu
Suma no ura ni yaku shiogama no keburi koso haru ni shirarenu kasumi narikere
The smoke rising from the salt kilns on Suma's shore — that, I see, is a haze that spring itself knows nothing of.
Shika Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Namitateru matsu no shizue o kumode nite kasumiwatareru Ama no Hashidate
The pines standing in a row spread their lower branches like the braces of a bridge, and the whole length of Ama no Hashidate lies veiled in haze.
Shika Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Nagai su na miyako no hana mo sakinuramu ware mo nani yue isogu tsunade zo
Do not linger! The blossoms in the capital must already be in bloom; for what else would I be hurrying the towrope along?
Ko no moto o sumika to sureba onozukara hana miru hito to narinu beki kana
Since I make my dwelling beneath a tree, I am bound, it seems, to become one who views the blossoms without even trying.
Shika Wakashu - Retired Emperor Kazan
Chiranu ma ni ima hitotabi mo miteshi kana hana ni sakidatsu mi tomo koso nare
Before they scatter, I wish I could see them just once more — for I may well be the one to leave this world before the blossoms.
Haru kureba ajikata tanomi hitokata ni uku tefu uo no na koso oshikere
When spring comes, they say, there is a fish that, trusting to the far side, floats all to one side; how I regret the name it is given — a name for idle rumor.
Shika Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Mi o shirade hito o uramuru kokoro koso chiru hana yori mo hakanakarikere
A heart that resents another without knowing its own place is more fleeting, I see now, than falling blossoms.
Shika Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yorimune
Haru no konu tokoro wa naki o Shirakawa no watari ni nomi ya hana wa sakuramu
There is no place spring does not reach — so why, I wonder, should the blossoms bloom only around Shirakawa?
Shika Wakashu - Koshikibu no Naishi
Tare ka kono kazu wa sadameshi ware wa tada toe to zo omou yamabuki no hana
Who fixed the number of these petals at eight? As for me, I only wish they were tenfold — that is, I wish you would come to me, flowers of the yamabuki.
Shika Wakashu - The Mother of Fujiwara no Michitsuna
Kasugayama kita no fujinami sakishi yori sakayu beshi to wa kanete shiriniki
Ever since the wisteria bloomed on the north of Mount Kasuga, I knew well beforehand that it was destined to flourish.
Shika Wakashu - Minamoto no Moroyori
Mimasaka ya Kume no Sarayama to omoedomo Waka no ura to zo iu bekarikeru
I thought this was Mount Sarayama of Kume in Mimasaka, but I see I should have called it Waka Bay, the bay of poems.
Shika Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Waka no ura to iu nite shirinu kaze fukaba nami no tachiko to omou naru beshi
Since you call it Waka Bay, I understand: you must be thinking that when the wind blows, the waves should come rising in.
Shika Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Kumoi yori tsuranukikakuru shiratama o tare Nunobiki no taki to iikemu
Who was it that called these white jewels, strung and hung down from the clouds, the Nunobiki Falls — the Falls of Drawn Cloth?
Shika Wakashu - Fujiwara no Takasue
Naniwae no shigeki ashima o kogu fune wa sao no oto ni zo yuku kata o shiru
The boat rowing through the dense reeds of Naniwa Inlet cannot be seen; only by the sound of its pole do I know which way it is going.
Omoide mo nakute ya waga mi yaminamashi Obasuteyama no tsuki mizariseba
Had I never seen the moon over Mount Obasute, would my life have ended without a single memory worth keeping?
Na ni takaki Obasuteyama mo mishikadomo koyoi bakari no tsuki wa nakariki
I have seen even the moon over famed Mount Obasute, yet never was there a moon like tonight's.