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- Shui Wakashu
Shirotae no imo ga koromo ni ume no hana iro o mo ka o mo waki zo kanetsuru
Plum blossoms fall on my beloved's pure white robe, and I can tell apart neither their color nor their scent.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Asu kara wa wakana tsumamu to kataoka no ashita no hara wa kyō zo yakumeru
So that the young greens may be picked from tomorrow, it seems the plain of Ashita at Kataoka is being burned today.
Shui Wakashu - Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
Nobe mireba wakana tsumikeri ube shi koso kakine no kusa mo harumekinikere
Looking at the fields, I see that people are gathering young greens; no wonder, then, that even the grass along the hedge has begun to look like spring.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Kasugano ni ōku no toshi wa tsumitsuredo oisenu mono wa wakana narikeri
On Kasuga Plain I have gathered greens and piled up many years, yet the one thing that never grows old is the young greens themselves.
Shui Wakashu - Emperor En'yū
Haru no no ni asaru kigisu no tsumagoi ni ono ga arika o hito ni shiretsutsu
The pheasant foraging in the spring fields, crying out in longing for its mate, keeps betraying its hiding place to people.
Shui Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Matsu no ue ni naku uguisu no koe o koso hatsune no hi to wa iu bekarikere
Surely it is the voice of the warbler singing on the pine that ought to be called the first Rat day, the day of the first song.
Shui Wakashu - Kunai
Ne no hi suru nobe ni komatsu no nakariseba chiyo no tameshi ni nani o hikamashi
If there were no small pines in the fields where we celebrate the Day of the Rat, what would we pull up as our token of a thousand years?
Shui Wakashu - Mibu no Tadamine
Chitose made kagireru matsu mo kyō yori wa kimi ni hikarete yorozuyo ya hemu
Even the pine, whose life is limited to a thousand years, will from today, drawn up by your hand, surely live for ten thousand ages.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Ume no hana mada chiranedomo yuku mizu no soko ni utsureru kage zo miekeru
Though the plum blossoms have not yet fallen, their image can be seen reflected on the bed of the flowing stream.
Shui Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Tsumitamuru koto no kataki wa uguisu no koe suru nobe no wakana narikeri
What is hard to gather are the young greens of fields where the warbler is singing.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ume no hana yoso nagara mimu wagimoko ga togamu bakari no ka ni mo koso shime
I will admire the plum blossoms from a distance, lest their scent cling to me so strongly that my wife takes me to task for it.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Sode tarete iza waga sono ni uguisu no kozutai chirasu ume no hana mimu
Let us stroll at ease, sleeves hanging loose, into my garden and watch the plum blossoms the warbler scatters as it hops from branch to branch.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Asa madaki okite zo mitsuru ume no hana yo no ma no kaze no ushirometasa ni
I rose before dawn to look at the plum blossoms, uneasy about the wind that had blown in the night.
Shui Wakashu - Prince Motoyoshi
Fuku kaze o nani itoiken ume no hana chirikuru toki zo ka wa masarikeru
Why did I ever resent the blowing wind? It is when the plum blossoms come scattering down that their fragrance is sweetest.
Shui Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Nioi o ba kaze ni sou tomo ume no hana iro sae ayana ada ni chirasu na
Send your fragrance along on the wind if you must, plum blossoms, but do not let even your color be scattered so heedlessly.
Shui Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Tomosureba kaze no yoru ni zo aoyagi no ito wa nakanaka midaresomekeru
All too often, whenever the wind draws near to twist them, the green willow's threads instead begin to tangle.
Shui Wakashu - Unknown Poet