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- Sankashu
Shigeri yukishi hara no shitakusa obana idete maneku wa tare o shitau naruran
Rising out of the undergrass of a field that has grown thick, the pampas plumes beckon; whom can it be that they are longing for?
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hanasusuki kokoroate ni zo wakete yuku hono mishi michi no ato shi nakereba
I push my way through the plumed pampas grass, guessing my way as I go, for the faint trace of the path I once glimpsed is gone.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Magaki arete susuki naranedo karukaya mo shigeki nobe tomo narinikeru mono o
The woven fence has fallen to ruin, and though it is not pampas grass, the thatching grass too has grown until the place has become a thick, overgrown moor.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ominaeshi waketsuru nobe to omowaba ya onaji tsuyu ni shi nuru to mite zo wa
I would like to think this is the moor where I made my way through the maidenflowers, since I see that I am wet with the same dew as they, as if we had lain together.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ominaeshi iromeku nobe ni furebahan tamoto ni tsuyu ya koborekakaru to
I will draw close to the moor where the maidenflowers glow so alluringly in their colors, to see whether the dew will spill over onto my sleeves.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Kesa mireba tsuyu no sugaru ni orefushite oki mo agaranu ominaeshi kana
When I look out this morning, the maidenflowers lie bent and broken under the weight of the dew clinging to them, unable even to rise.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ōkata no nobe no tsuyu ni wa shioruredo waga namida naki ominaeshi kana
The maidenflower droops under the common dew of the moor, yet none of my tears have fallen upon it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Hana ga e ni tsuyu no shiratama nukikakete oru sode nurasu ominaeshi kana
Threading white jewels of dew onto its flowering branches and wearing them there, the maidenflower soaks the sleeves of anyone who reaches to pick it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Oranu yori sode zo nurenuru ominaeshi tsuyu musuborete tateru keshiki ni
Even before I pick it my sleeves are wet, at the sight of the maidenflower standing there, its dew knotted up as though it were heavy with sorrow.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ike no omo ni kage o sayaka ni utsushite mo mizukagami miru ominaeshi kana
Casting her reflection clearly on the surface of the pond, the maidenflower seems to be gazing into a mirror of water.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Tagui naki hana no sugata o ominaeshi ike no kagami ni utsushite zo miru
The maidenflower holds up her own peerless form in the mirror of the pond and gazes at it.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ominaeshi ike no sazanami ni e hichite mono omou sode no nururu kao naru
The maidenflower, dipping her branches in the ripples of the pond, wears the look of one lost in longing, her sleeves wet with tears.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Omou ni mo sugite aware ni kikoyuru wa ogi no ha midaru aki no yūkaze
What sounds more moving than I ever imagined is the autumn evening wind, tossing the leaves of the reed grass.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Oshinabete kokusa no sue no hara made ni nabikite aki no aware miekeri
All alike, trees and grasses bend at their tips far across the field, and the deep feeling of autumn becomes visible to the eye.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Ojika fusu hagi saku nobe no yūtsuyu o shibashi mo tamenu ogi no uwakaze
The wind blowing over the tops of the reed grass does not let the evening dew linger for even a moment on the moor of bush clover where the stag lies.
Sankashu - Saigyō
Atari made aware shire tomo iigao ni ogi no oto kosu aki no yūkaze
As if telling even the houses around to know the sadness of things, the autumn evening wind carries the rustling of the reed grass over to us.
Sankashu - Saigyō