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- Senzai Wakashu
Yūmagure sate mo ya aki wa kanashiki to shika no ne kikanu hito ni towabaya
At dusk I would like to ask someone who never hears the deer: is autumn sad for you even so?
Senzai Wakashu - Dōin
Tsune yori mo aki no yūbe o aware to wa shika no ne nite ya omoisomeken
Was it the deer's cry that first made us feel autumn evenings more poignant than any other time?
Senzai Wakashu - Kamo no Masahira
Sabishisa o nani ni tatoen oshika naku miyama no sato no akegata no sora
To what can I compare this loneliness? The sky at dawn over a village deep in the mountains, where a stag is crying.
Senzai Wakashu - Koremune no Hirokoto
Ikabakari tsuyukekaruran saoshika no tsuma koikanuru Ono no kusabushi
How drenched with dew it must be, the grassy bed on the moor of Ono where the stag lies, longing for its mate in vain.
Senzai Wakashu - Chōkaku
Onoe yori kadota ni kayou akikaze ni inaba o wataru saoshika no koe
On the autumn wind that blows from the ridge down to the fields before the gate, a stag's cry passes over the rice leaves.
Senzai Wakashu - Jakuren
Odorokasu oto koso yoru no oyamada wa hito naki yori mo sabishikarikere
In the little fields among the hills at night, the sound made to startle the beasts is lonelier, I have found, than having no one there at all.
Senzai Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Waga kado no okute no hita ni odorokite muro no karita ni shigi zo tatsu naru
Startled by the clappers in the late rice before my gate, the snipe rise, I hear, from the reaped fields of Muro.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Kanemasa
Mushi no ne wa asaji ga moto ni uzumorete aki wa sueba no iro ni zo arikeru
The insects' voices lie buried at the roots of the cogon grass, and autumn, I find, remains only in the color of the leaf tips.
Senzai Wakashu - Jakuren
Aki no yo no aware wa tare mo shiru mono o ware nomi to naku kirigirisu kana
Everyone knows the sorrow of the autumn night, yet the cricket cries as if it alone knew.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kanemune
Samazama no asaji ga hara no mushi no ne o aware hitotsu ni kiki zo nashitsuru
The many voices of insects in the cogon meadow I came to hear as one single sorrow.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Yo o kasane koe yowariyuku mushi no ne ni aki no kurenuru hodo o shiru kana
By the insects' voices weakening night after night, I come to know that autumn is drawing to its end.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kinyoshi
Aki fukaku narinikerashi na kirigirisu yuka no atari ni koe kikoyu nari
Autumn must have grown deep: I hear the cricket's voice close by my bed.
Senzai Wakashu - Retired Emperor Kazan
Saritomo to omou kokoro mo mushi no ne mo yowarihatenuru aki no kure kana
Both the heart that hoped "even so, someday" and the insects' voices have weakened utterly at the end of autumn.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Mushi no ne mo mare ni nariyuku Adashino ni hitori aki naru tsuki no kage kana
On the moor of Adashino, where even the insects' voices grow rare, only the moonlight still holds autumn.
Senzai Wakashu - Imperial Prince Dōshō
Kusa mo ki mo aki no sueba wa mieyuku ni tsuki koso iro mo kawarazarikere
Plants and trees alike show their leaf tips changing at autumn's end, yet the moon alone never changes its color.
Senzai Wakashu - Princess Shokushi
Sumu mizu ni sayakeki kage no utsureba ya koyoi no tsuki no na ni nagaruran
Is it because its bright light is mirrored in the clear water that the name of tonight's moon flows so far through the world?
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Toshiie