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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Tanigawa no uchiizuru nami mo koe tatetsu uguisu sasoe haru no yamakaze
Even the waves that have broken out of the valley stream have found a voice at last. Now call out the warbler too, wind from the spring hills.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Uguisu no nakedomo imada furu yuki ni sugi no ha shiroki Ōsaka no yama
The warbler sings, and still the snow comes down, so that the cedar needles have turned white on the mountain at Osaka.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Go-Toba In
Haru kite wa hana to mo miyo to Kataoka no matsu no uwaha ni awayuki zo furu
Since spring has come, take these for blossoms: so the light snow falls on the upper needles of the pines at Kataoka.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nakazane
Makimuku no hibara no imada kumoraneba komatsugahara ni awayuki zo furu
No cloud has yet come over the cypress grove at Makimuku, and still the light snow falls on the field of young pines.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Otomo no Yakamochi
Ima sara ni yuki furameyamo kagerō no moyuru haruhi to narinishi mono o
Would snow fall now, at this late hour? It would not. The days have already turned to spring, when the heat-haze burns above the ground.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Izure o ka hana to wa wakamu furusato no Kasuga no hara ni mada kienu yuki
Which am I to call the blossom? On the plain of Kasuga, in the old capital, the snow has not yet melted away.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Sora wa nao kasumi mo yarazu kaze saete yukige ni kumoru haru no yo no tsuki
The sky will not quite haze over, the wind is keen, and clouded with the promise of snow hangs the moon of a spring night.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Yama fukami nao kage samushi haru no tsuki sora kakikumori yuki wa furitsutsu
So deep are the mountains that the spring moon's light is cold still; the sky has closed over, and the snow goes on falling.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Echizen
Mishimae ya shimo mo mada hinu ashi no ha ni tsunogumu hodo no harukaze zo fuku
At Mishima Bay the frost has not yet dried from the reed blades, and already a spring wind blows, strong enough to bring the shoots out.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michiteru
Yūzukuyo shio michikurashi Naniwae no ashi no wakaba ni koyuru shiranami
The evening moon is up, and the tide must be rising: at Naniwa Bay the white waves are washing over the young leaves of the reeds.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Hideyoshi
Furitsumishi takane no miyuki tokenikeri Kiyotakigawa no mizu no shiranami
The snow heaped on the high peaks has melted at last: the Kiyotaki runs white with it.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - The Monk Saigyo
Ume ga e ni monouki hodo ni chiru yuki o hana to mo iwaji haru no nadate ni
Snow comes scattering down on the plum branches, more of it than I can bear; I will not call it blossom and put about a false report of spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shigeyuki
Azusayumi haruyama chikaku ieishite taezu kikitsuru uguisu no koe
I have made my home close under the spring hills, and the warbler's voice has never once left off.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Yamabe no Akahito
Ume ga e ni nakite utsurou uguisu no hane shirotae ni awayuki zo furu
The warbler goes singing from branch to branch of the plum, and the snow falls until its wings are white.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Uguisu no namida no tsurara uchitokete furusu nagara ya haru o shiruramu
The icicles of the warbler's tears have thawed; and there in its old nest, without stirring, it must know that spring has come.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Koreakira
Iwa sosoku tarumi no ue no sawarabi no moeizuru haru ni narinikeru kana
Beside the water that comes pouring over the rocks, the young bracken is putting out its shoots. Spring has come after all.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Prince Shiki