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- Senzai Wakashu
Umegae ni furitsumu yuki wa uguisu no hakaze ni chiru mo hana ka to zo miru
The snow piled on the plum branches, as it scatters in the wind of the warbler's wings, looks to me like falling plum blossoms.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Kaoru ka no taesenu haru wa ume no hana fukikuru kaze ya nodokekaruramu
In a spring when the fragrance never fades, is it because the wind that blows toward the plum blossoms is so calm and gentle?
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Masazane
Ima yori wa ume saku yado wa kokoro semu matanu ni kimasu hito mo arikeri
From now on, any house where the plum is in bloom had better be prepared, for it seems there are people who come calling even when no one is expecting them.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Moroyori
Nioi mote wakaba zo wakamu ume no hana sore tomo mienu haru no yo no tsuki
If I am to tell you apart by your fragrance, then I surely can, O plum blossoms, though in the light of the spring night's moon you cannot be seen for what you are.
Senzai Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Ume no hana orite kazashi ni sashitsureba koromo ni otsuru yuki ka to zo miru
I broke off a spray of plum blossoms and wore it in my hair, and as the petals fell upon my robe I took them for falling snow.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinyoshi
Umegaka ni odorokaretsutsu haru no yo no yami koso hito wa akugarashikere
Woken again and again by the scent of plum, I find that it is the darkness of the spring night, above all, that draws one's heart out to wander.
Senzai Wakashu - Izumi Shikibu
Sayo fukete kaze ya fukuramu hana no ka no niou kokochi no sora ni suru kana
Now that the night has grown late, is the wind blowing? I feel the scent of blossoms drifting toward me, from the sky, from nowhere at all.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Michinobu
Haru no yo wa nokiba no ume o moru tsuki no hikari mo kaoru kokochi koso sure
On a spring night, even the moonlight filtering through the plum branches by the eaves seems to me to be fragrant.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Haru no yo wa fukimau kaze no utsuriga o ki goto ni ume to omoikeru kana
On a spring night, because of the fragrance carried by the swirling wind, I found myself thinking that every tree must be a plum.
Senzai Wakashu - Retired Emperor Sutoku
Umegaka wa ono ga kakine o akugarete maya no atari ni hima motomu nari
The scent of the plum has wandered out beyond its own hedge and seems to be seeking a crack by which to slip into the gabled house.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Umegaka ni koe utsuri seba uguisu no naku hitoeda wa oramashi mono o
If the warbler's song could pass into the scent of the plum, I would break off the single branch on which it sings.
Senzai Wakashu - Tokudaiji Sanesada
Umegae no hana ni kozutau uguisu no koe sae niou haru no akebono
As the warbler flits from blossom to blossom along the plum branches, even its voice seems fragrant in the spring dawn.
Senzai Wakashu - Cloistered Prince Shukaku
Kaze wataru nokiba no ume ni uguisu no nakite kozutau haru no akebono
In the plum by the eaves, where the wind blows through, the warbler sings and flits from branch to branch in the spring dawn.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Saneie
Mukashi yori chirasanu yado no ume no hana wakuru kokoro wa iro ni miyuramu
These are blossoms from a house that has never let its plum be scattered since long ago; surely the heart that now shares them with you shows in their color.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Sadafusa
Yomoyama ni ko no me harusame furinureba kazoiro wa to ya hana no tanomamu
Spring rain that swells the buds has fallen on the hills all around; will the blossoms look to it as their father and mother?
Senzai Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Harusame no furisomeshi yori Kataoka no susono no hara zo asamidori naru
Ever since the spring rain began to fall, the plain at the foot of Kataoka has been dyed a pale, delicate green.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi