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- Kinkaishu
Wakana tsumu koromode nurete kataoka no ashita no hara ni awayuki zo furu
As I gather young greens my sleeves grow wet—on the Field of Morning at Kataoka, a light snow is falling.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Kasugano no tobuhi no nomori kyō tote ya mukashi katami ni wakana tsumuramu
Is the keeper of the beacon field on Kasuga plain gathering young greens today, in memory of the days of old?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Matsu no ha no shiroki o mireba kasugayama ko no me mo haru no yuki zo furikeru
Seeing the pine needles turned white, I realize that snow has fallen on Mount Kasuga, even in spring when the tree buds are swelling.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Haru kite wa hana to ka miemu onozukara kuchiki no soma ni fureru shirayuki
Now that spring has come, will it look like blossoms—the white snow that by chance has fallen on the timber hills of Kuchiki, the hills of rotten trees?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Furudera no kuchiki no ume mo harusame ni sobochite hana mo hokorobinikeri
Even the decaying old plum at the ancient temple, soaked by the spring rain, has let its blossoms open.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Umegae ni kooreru shimo ya tokenuramu hoshiaenu tsuyu no hana ni koboreru
Has the frost that froze on the plum branches melted? Dew not yet dried is spilling over the blossoms.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Harukaze wa fukedo fukanedo ume no hana sakeru atari wa shiruku zo arikeru
Whether or not the spring wind blows, the place where the plum blossoms are blooming is unmistakable.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Ume no hana sakeru sakari o me no mae ni suguseru yado wa haru zo sukunaki
A house that lets the plum blossoms' full bloom pass right before its eyes has that much less of spring.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga yado no yae no kōbai sakinikeri shiru mo shiranu mo nabete towanamu
The double red plum at my house has come into bloom—I wish everyone, whether I know them or not, would come to visit.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Sakishi yori kanete zo oshiki ume no hana chiri no wakare wa waga mi to omoeba
From the moment they bloomed I have already regretted them, these plum blossoms, for I feel the parting of their scattering as my own.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Waga sode ni ka o dani nokose ume no hana akade chirinuru wasuregatami ni
Plum blossoms, leave at least your fragrance on my sleeve, as a keepsake of you who scatter before I have had my fill of looking.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Saritomo to omoishi hodo ni ume no hana chirisuguru made kimi ga kimasanu
Thinking you would surely come, I waited—but the plum blossoms scattered and were gone, and still you did not come.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Uguisu wa itaku na wabi so ume no hana kotoshi nomi chiru narai naraneba
Warbler, don't grieve so deeply—it isn't as if the plum blossoms scatter only this year.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Toshi fureba yado wa arenikeri ume no hana hana wa mukashi no ka ni nioedomo
As the years went by the house fell into ruin—though the plum blossoms, at least, still bloom with the same fragrance as long ago.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Furusato ni tare shinobe to ka ume no hana mukashi wasurenu ka ni niouramu
At this old home, whom do you expect to long for the past, plum blossoms, that you bloom with a fragrance that has not forgotten bygone days?
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo
Tare ni ka mo mukashi o towamu furusato no nokiba no ume wa haru o koso shire
Whom can I ask about the old days? The plum by the eaves of my old home knows only that spring has come.
Kinkaishu - Minamoto no Sanetomo