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- Gosen Wakashu
Yado mo se ni uenametsutsu zo ware wa miru maneku obana ni hito ya tomaru to
I have planted pampas grass in rows until my house is cramped, and I gaze at it, wondering whether someone might stop at its beckoning plumes.
Gosen Wakashu - Ise
Aki no yo o itazura ni nomi oki akasu tsuyu wa waga mi no ue ni zo arikeru
That dew which lies awake through the autumn night in vain until dawn—it turns out to be my own self.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ōkata ni oku shiratsuyu mo ima yori wa kokoro shite koso mirubekarikere
Even the white dew that settles everywhere—from now on, I see, I must look on it with care.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Tsuyu naranu waga mi to omoedo aki no yo o kaku koso akase okii nagara ni
Though I tell myself I am no drop of dew, I pass the autumn night like this until dawn, staying up as the dew stays settled.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Morosuke
Shiratsuyu no oku ni amata no koe sureba hana no iroiro ari to shiranan
Since so many voices are heard deep within, where the white dew settles—know, then, that flowers of many colors bloom here.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Kurehateba tsuki mo matsubeshi ominaeshi ame yamete to wa omowazaranan
If night has fully fallen, you may as well wait for the moon—but, for the sake of the maiden flowers, do not think of waiting till the rain stops.
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Saneyori
Aki no ta no kariho no yado no niou made sakeru akihagi miredo akanu kamo
The autumn bush clover blooms until even the harvest hut in the rice fields glows with its color—however long I gaze, I never tire of it.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Aki no yo o madoromazu nomi akasu mi wa yumeji to dani zo tanomazarikeru
I who pass the autumn nights till dawn without a moment's sleep cannot even count on the path of dreams to bring me to you.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shigure furi furinaba hito ni mise mo aezu chirinaba oshimi oreru akihagi
If the autumn showers fall, it would scatter before I could show it to anyone—so, grieving at the thought, I picked this autumn bush clover.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Yukikaeri orite kazasamu asana asana shika tachinarasu nobe no akihagi
Coming and going, let me pick and wear in my hair the autumn bush clover of the fields, trodden morning after morning by the deer.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Waga yado no niwa no akihagi chirinumeri nochi mimu hito ya kuyashi to omowamu
The autumn bush clover in my garden seems to have scattered—will those who meant to see it later feel regret?
Gosen Wakashu - Minamoto no Muneyuki
Shiratsuyu no okamaku oshiki akihagi o orite wa sara ni ware ya kakusan
This autumn bush clover is too precious even for white dew to settle on—having picked it, shall I go further and hide it away?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Akihagi no irozuku aki o itazura ni amata kazoete oi zo shinikeru
So many autumns of the bush clover's coloring have I counted, all to no purpose, that now I have grown old.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Aki no ta no kariho no io no toma o arami waga koromode wa tsuyu ni nuretsutsu
The thatch of the makeshift hut in the autumn rice fields is so coarsely woven that my sleeves are ever wet with dew.
Gosen Wakashu - Emperor Tenji
Waga sode ni tsuyu zo oku naru ama no kawa kumo no shigarami nami ya kosuran
Dew seems to have settled on my sleeves—are the waves of the River of Heaven spilling over its weir of clouds?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Akihagi no eda mo tōo ni nariyuku wa shiratsuyu omoku okeba narikeri
The branches of the autumn bush clover bend lower and lower—it is because the white dew lies on them so heavily.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet