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- Gosen Wakashu
Ominaeshi nioeru aki no Musashino wa tsune yori mo nao mutsumashiki kana
The fields of Musashi in autumn, glowing with maiden flowers, feel dearer and closer to me than ever.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Akigiri no haruru wa ureshi ominaeshi tachiyoru hito ya aran to omoeba
I am glad the autumn mist is clearing, for now I think someone may stop by the maiden flowers.
Gosen Wakashu - Kanramu Ou
Ominaeshi kusamura goto ni muretatsu wa tare matsumushi no koe ni mayou zo
The maiden flowers stand in throngs in every clump of grass—have they wandered out, lured by the voice of the pine cricket waiting for someone?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ominaeshi hiru mitemashi o aki no yo no tsuki no hikari wa kumogakuretsutsu
I should have looked at the maiden flowers by day—on this autumn night the moonlight keeps hiding behind the clouds.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ominaeshi hana no sakari ni akikaze no fuku yūgure o tare ni kataran
The maiden flowers are in full bloom, and the autumn wind blows in the evening dusk—to whom shall I tell of this?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Shirotae no koromo katashiki ominaeshi sakeru nobe ni zo koyoi nenikeru
Spreading a single sleeve of my white robe, tonight I slept in the fields where the maiden flowers bloom.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Na ni shi oeba shiite tanoman ominaeshi hana no kokoro no aki wa uku tomo
Since you bear that name, maiden flower, I will force myself to trust you, even if your flower's heart turns cruel in autumn.
Gosen Wakashu - Ki no Tsurayuki
Tanabata ni nitaru mono kana ominaeshi aki yori hoka ni au toki mo nashi
How like the Weaver Maid the maiden flower is—apart from autumn, there is no time to meet her.
Gosen Wakashu - Oshikochi no Mitsune
Aki no no ni yoru mo ya nenan ominaeshi hana no na o nomi omoikaketsutsu
Shall I sleep in the autumn fields tonight, thinking only of the name of the maiden flower?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ominaeshi iro ni mo aru kana matsumushi o moto ni yadoshite tare o matsuran
How fickle you are, maiden flower—with the pine cricket already lodged at your roots, whom else are you waiting for?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ominaeshi niou sakari o miru toki zo waga oiraku wa kuyashikarikeru
It is when I see the maiden flowers in the full glow of their bloom that I most regret having grown old.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Ominaeshi hana no na naranu mono naraba nani ka wa kimi ga kazashi ni mo sen
If the maiden flower did not bear that name, why would I ever make it an ornament for your hair?
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sadakata
Ominaeshi orikemu sode no fushi goto ni suginishi kimi o omoiide ya seshi
When you picked the maiden flowers, at every joint of their stems, did you not think back on me, the one who belongs to your past?
Gosen Wakashu - Fujiwara no Nakahira
Ominaeshi ori mo orazu mo inishie o sara ni kakubeki mono naranaku ni
Whether I picked the maiden flowers or not, the past is nothing I need take to heart again.
Gosen Wakashu - Ise
Fujibakama kiru hito nami ya tachinagara shigure no ame ni nurashisometsuru
Is it because there is no one to wear you, purple trousers flower, that while you stand in the fields the autumn showers have begun to soak you and dye your color?
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Akikaze ni ai to shi aeba hanasusuki izure to mo naku ho ni zo idekeru
Meeting the autumn wind, every stalk that meets it alike, the plumed pampas grass has come out into plume, all of it, with none to be told apart.
Gosen Wakashu - Unknown Poet