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- Kinkaishu
Yo o samumi nezamete kikeba nagatsuki no ariake no tsuki ni koromo utsunari
Because the night is so cold I wake and listen—beneath the moon lingering at dawn in the ninth month, someone is beating cloth.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Miyoshino no yamashitakaze no samuki yo o tare furusato ni koromo utsuramu
On this night chilled by the wind blowing down from the mountains of Yoshino, who could be beating cloth in the old village?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hitori nuru nezame ni kiku zo aware naru fushimi no sato ni koromo utsu koe
How moving it is to hear, waking in the night as I sleep alone—the sound of cloth being beaten in the village of Fushimi.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nurete oru sode no tsukikage fukenikeri magaki no kiku no hana no ue no tsuyu
As I pick them, wet with dew, the moonlight on my sleeve has grown late—the dew upon the chrysanthemum flowers by the fence.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tsuyu o omomi magaki no kiku no hoshi mo aezu harureba kumoru murasame no sora
Heavy with dew, the chrysanthemums by the fence never have time to dry—under a sky of passing showers that clears only to cloud again.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Mase no uchi ni yoru oku tsuyu ya ika naramu nuretsutsu kiku no utsuroinikeru
What can it be, the dew that settles at night inside the low fence? Soaked again and again, the chrysanthemums have changed their color.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sahoyama no hahaso no momiji chiji no iro ni utsurou aki wa shigure furikeri
In the autumn when the oak leaves of Mount Saho turn a thousand colors, the showers have been falling.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kurete yuku aki no minato ni ukabu konoha ama no tsuri suru fune ka to mo miyu
The leaves floating in the harbor where autumn ends its course look like the boats of fishers out fishing.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kannazuki matade shigure ya furinikemu miyama ni fukaki momiji shinikeri
Have the showers fallen already, without waiting for the tenth month? Deep in the mountains the leaves have turned a deep color.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hatsukari no hakaze no samuku naru mama ni saho no yamabe wa irozukinikeri
As the wind from the wings of the first geese grows colder, the hills of Saho have taken on autumn color.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kari nakite samuki arashi no fuku nabe ni tatsuta no yama wa irozukinikeri
As the geese cry and the cold storm wind blows, Mount Tatsuta has taken on autumn color.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kesa kinaku karigane no samumi karagoromo tatsuta no yama wa momiji shinikeri
The geese that came crying this morning sound so cold that Mount Tatsuta has turned to autumn red.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kari nakite fuku kaze samumi takamado no nobe no asaji wa irozukinikeri
The wild geese cry and the wind blows cold, and the cogon grass on the moor of Takamado has taken on autumn color.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kari nakite samuki asake no tsuyujimo ni yano no kamiyama irozukinikeri
The wild geese cry, and with the frosty dew of a cold dawn the sacred mountain of Yano has taken on autumn color.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Hakanakute kurenu to omou o onozukara ariake no tsuki ni aki zo nokoreru
I thought autumn had ended, all too fleetingly—yet, unlooked for, autumn still lingers in the dawn moon.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Nagatsuki no ariake no tsuki no tsukizu nomi kuru aki goto ni oshiki kyō kana
Like the dawn moon of the ninth month, never failing, with every autumn that comes round I grieve again for this last day.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo