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- Kinyo Wakashu
Ume no hana niou atari wa yokite koso isogu michi o ba yukubekari kere
I should have kept away from the places where the plum blossoms are fragrant and gone on along the road I was hurrying down.
Kinyo Wakashu - Ryōzen
Ume ga e ni kaze ya fukuramu haru no yo wa oranu sode sae nioinuru kana
Is the wind blowing on the plum branches? On this spring night, even sleeves that have picked no blossoms are fragrant.
Kyō koko ni mi ni kozariseba ume no hana hitori ya haru no kaze ni chiramashi
Had I not come here today to see them, would the plum blossoms have scattered alone in the spring wind, with no one to look on?
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Tsunenobu
Chirikakaru kage wa miyuredo ume no hana mizu ni wa ka koso utsurazari kere
The image of the scattering plum blossoms can be seen reflected in the water, yet their fragrance does not pass into the water.
Kagiri arite chiri wa hatsu tomo ume no hana ka o ba kozue ni nokose to zo omou
Even if, bound by fate, you must scatter completely, blossoms of the plum, I wish that you would at least leave your fragrance on the branches.
Kasugano no ne no hi no matsu wa hikade koso kamisabi yukamu kage ni kakureme
Rather than pulling up the young pines of the Day of the Rat on Kasuga Plain, let them be, and I will shelter in the shade of the venerable, god-like pines they will become.
Kaze fukeba yanagi no ito no katayori ni nabiku ni tsukete suguru haru kana
When the wind blows, the threadlike willow branches lean all one way, and with that swaying, the spring passes on.
Kinyo Wakashu - Retired Emperor Shirakawa
Asamadaki fukikuru kaze ni makasureba katayori shikeri aoyagi no ito
Yielding themselves to the wind that blows at early dawn, the green willow's threads are twisted, all leaning one way.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinzane
Kaze fukeba nami no aya oru ikemizu ni ito hikisouru kishi no aoyagi
When the wind blows, the ripples weave a twill pattern on the pond, and the green willows on the bank draw out their threads to join it.
Itokayama kuru hito mo naki yūgure ni kokorobosoku mo yobukodori kana
On Mount Itoka, in the evening dusk when no one comes, how forlornly the calling bird cries out as if summoning someone.
Koe sezu wa ikade shiramashi harugasumi hedatsuru sora ni kaeru karigane
Had they not called out, how could I have known of the wild geese flying home through a sky hidden behind the spring haze?
Ima wa tote koshiji ni kaeru karigane wa hane mo tayuku ya yukikaeruramu
The wild geese that say it is time and return along the road to Koshi, do they fly back and forth with weary wings?
Yoshinoyama mine no sakura ya sakinuramu fumoto no sato ni niou harukaze
Have the cherry trees on the peaks of Mount Yoshino come into bloom? A fragrant spring wind blows down to the village at the foot of the mountain.
Kinyo Wakashu - Fujiwara no Tadamichi
Tazunetsuru ware o ya haru mo machitsuramu ima zo sakari ni nioimashikeru
Was spring itself waiting for me, who came in search of the blossoms? For now, at their height, they shine lovelier than ever.
Shirakawa no nagare hisashiki yado nareba hana no nioi mo nodokekari keri
Since this is a dwelling as long-lasting as the flowing Shirakawa, the beauty of its blossoms too is calm and serene.
Fuku kaze mo hana no atari wa kokoro seyo kyō o ba tsune no haru to ya wa miru
You too, blowing wind, take care around the blossoms. Would you regard today as just another day of spring?
Kinyo Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa